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Re: OWA Promos February 20th 2023, 10:57 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

Respect

Baton Rouge, Louisiana

How sweet it was. Everything was going as planned. The Thotline was growing weaker by the second and her list of allies was growing stronger. The very throat of Odyssey was under her boot. Even though there was much planning to do when it came to how the rest of the Great War would go, she returned home to settle some business. Family business. Sitting in an office of her family’s massive waterfront home, she’s tying up the loose ends of something she had been wanting to do for a long, long time. Just one phone call would wash away three decades of pain…..

“Miss Rosso? The vote of the board of directors is complete. By a count of 10-6, your proposal for takeover was successful. Every bit of the Rosso business and estate belongs to you now.”

“Good. Do you have a list of the six who voted no?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“I want them all removed. Immediately. Kindly inform them that their services will no longer be required by the Rosso Family.”

“Yes, Miss Rosso. However, there is another matter. Your brother was an abstention. He didn’t vote the matter up or down and the Board voted unanimously for him to retain his positions.”

“I don’t care. He’s too busy being a drunken lecherous piece of shit to be of any concern. Have the papers making my takeover official on my desk immediately.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

At long last….she had won. The very family that once had scorned her and deemed her unfit for anything but a desk job, who had turned their backs on her when she pursued her true passion of wrestling, were now crawling to her to restore the name that her brother had tarnished so badly. The entire world was at her feet. She only had a moment to soak in this moment of blissful satisfaction when a camera woman entered her office. Pointing to the exact spot where she wanted her to film, Diantha went on ahead with her message.

I know that as you see or hear this, your eyes and ears are filled with hate. You believe that you have absolutely nothing in common with Diantha Rosso. You, growing up in a dump of a city, Blackpool, England, Me growing up in this massive estate on the outskirts of Baton Rouge. I’m American, you’re English. I’m black, you’re white. I’m short and you….well, at least taller than me. I’m chaste and you, by your own admission, are a whore with absolutely no scruples. But we have several things in common, two things above all:

We’re both winners and we thrive off of seeing those around us who we don’t care much for suffer.

That is why I’m so confused as to why you and your friends have such a massive problem with me. No, I'm not talking about the Frontline or whatever those misfits on Kingdom are called, I’m not talking about the Hex Girls either. I’m talking about you, Felix and Angelina. Am I not simply doing what the three of you have been doing to most of the Odyssey roster since you joined forces? I may have been away from the championship scene for a while, dealing with other matters that needed attention, but I do seem to recall the three of you being a ruthless trio who used any and all means to get what you wanted. Hell, for a while you bullied poor Angelina until she decided to join forces with you and Felix. You enlisted Llorona to help you pull a ruse on the Banshee, which hilariously backfired on you when she won the Athena’s Cup final, took your title and didn’t even have to pin you. You all plotted and schemed to get into the Promethean Chamber…and it worked. Well, not for YOU. But Felix proved herself, proved that she was no longer your second fiddle. She beat you right there in the middle of the ring.

So, the plan to keep the title within your group worked…until it didn’t.

The three of you were so proud of lording it over the rest of the roster that you forgot about the Wrestling Goddess. I had been warning any and all who would listen that I would come for the person who won the Promethean Chamber after I had dealt with Marie. And I did exactly that. I knew that dealing with the three of you, or even the Banshee and her sideshow freaks, was going to require some help. And I acquired that once Giovante Reese made one phone call. In a lot of ways, your group is the reason that Diantha Rosso is a member of For the Minorities, your group is the reason that Havoc, the Golden Dawn and myself have come to the understanding that all of you need to be destroyed so that we can move on with our agendas.

Before I go any further, I do want to say that I marvel at you as a wrestler. You just kept growing and growing from when I saw you for the first time. I took notice after you won that Battle Royal all those months ago that earned you an opportunity at the Openweight Championship. I saw your godly reign. I saw you beat April, Stephanie and Alyssa Grace to become Undisputed Champion. From the first moment I saw you, I’ve been waiting on this moment. However, I’m a bit disappointed in you. I figured you would go over Llorona’s head because I know how you think and I know how men with power think, but I was hoping you would have chosen a grander stage for all of this.

Think about it.

This match is between the supernova that exploded onto the scene in 2022, crushing everyone and everything in her path against Odyssey’s one constant since its formation, its North Star. Me. We could have done this at Final Destination. But you want me now. Now you have me.

Why do you want this belt? You don’t care about wrestling. You don’t care about OWA. You don’t care about anything other than yourself. Is it vengeance…or is it ego? I know that you claim to be doing this for Felix and all but I just don’t see it. You’re not coming to honor her or, God Forbid, honor the Banshee’s memory. You are doing this for YOU. YOU know that with Felix sidelined, the list of challengers is especially thin, especially challengers who have any business demanding a match with me. Based on everything that you’ve done in OWA since the moment you arrived, why can’t you just admit, for once, that this is about providing comfort to your bruised ego and not anything else?

I don’t expect that sort of thing from you though. You’ve proven with your words and actions that you’re incapable of anything other than caring for yourself. I would respect you a lot more if you would just simply admit that instead of pretending that this was about revenge in any fashion.

Oh, while we’re at it…I think you’re a great wrestler, but you’re incredibly shitty as a leader. I mean, you lost your title trying to subjugate the Banshee. Weeks, months of plotting, planning and beatdowns. You still fucked up. What did I do? I made some phone calls, gave Havoc the means to destroy the Banshee…and she’s gone. Dead. Probably underground with a few worms swimming in what’s left of her mortal body. Every time that your friends have tried to damage me, it’s all gone in my favor. When you all tried to get some retribution in my defense against Skylar, I had more weapons at my disposal. Now we’ve had Abholos recruited into our ranks.

What have you and your friends done? Your men quibble amongst themselves. They have matches against each other, arguing and shouting and not really getting anywhere. They can’t even agree if they want to try to save Hana or just flat out kill her to try to get rid of Havoc. They waste time trying to recruit a melancholy old drunk like April Song into the fold. Hell, you and your buddies couldn’t even show up for poor Felix on time. TWICE! I mean, you and the Frontline boys were all fucking before Hardcore Havoc, right? Why did they wait so long to save your asses? Were they too disposed trying to bust a nut elsewhere?

This past Odyssey, you have even less of an excuse. Were you giving someone a nice handjob while your partner was being battered by the Good Doctor and I gave her a Bloody Lioness Claw just to make sure she wouldn’t be leaving with the Sparks Championship? Why were you all so slow to be out there to help your friend? Heh, it’s hilarious to me that after scolding Alyssa and her partner for not watching each other’s backs, you fail to watch the back of one of your own. And something else that I find hilarious, the ONE WOMAN ON THE ROSTER WHO HAS MORE GRIPE WITH ME THAN ANY OF YOU, SKYLAR….you make an enemy out of! You knock her head off one week, Angelina beats her up the next. Are you surprised that she went to pay a hospital visit to our poor struggler, Felix?

I’m not, because you’re evil, sanctimonious bitches who ought to be destroyed. It's a tough line of work, huh?

Let me level with you. I mean this as respectfully as possible, but I’m the superior leader in every respect. My men are unified, working as a unit, putting petty obsessions to the side for mutual benefit. With Jason Long joining our cause there are TWO world champions among us now…and the Goddesses Champion. And the World Tag Team Champions. And the NEW Outlaw Champion. Let’s look at your friends: Banshee’s dead. Felix is all but dead. Arata Asakura got his arm knocked out of his arm, to paraphrase an old wrestler.

While I’m certainly no master tactician, you have made me fucking look like Napoleon Bonaparte by comparison with your buffonery. You had a gun and you couldn’t even use that properly.

With all of that said though, this is about the Undisputed Championship. You said that you would come for me in a way that you know would hurt me the most. Then you’re obviously aware of what I would do to keep it. This title, just being the Undisputed Women’s Wrestling Champion of OWA, doesn't mean much to me anymore. A long time ago maybe it did, but not so much now. It’s not a prize to me, it’s a weapon. A weapon to command respect. A weapon to bring despair to people who have dreams of seeing an Odyssey without Diantha Rosso at the helm. A weapon to bring utter ruination to people like you.

I have been waiting for you for some time now. My body tingles with the prospect of wrestling you. Not because I think that you may be the best competition around, but because I believe that, stupidly enough, people actually believe in you. People are so desperate to get rid of me that they would see you as World Champion, the condescending, fantastically poor tactician of a bully that you are, than me….the most complete wrestler in the world.

You wanted me.

You will have me.

All night long.

And the next morning, you will wake up with a great deal of remorse. Not because someone hid your Plan B supply from you as a prank, but because you came to Diantha Rosso with everything…and still failed. Just like you failed your allies. Just like you failed Felix.

I leave you with these words, and heed them well:

I am the punishment of God. If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.

See you in France. I’m looking forward to it.

Jeff X, Elijah Hampton, 'Don' Hendrix, DT The Ruler, Rin Asakura and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 20th 2023, 1:49 am by **Violet Cunningham**

Fear The Reaper

Unknown Location, 11pm

We fade into a familiar sight, an old graveyard The Reaper used to frequent. It was her’s, a hidden plot of land, far away from everything. Down a long, dark, tree lined road an unnatural mist grew ever thicker, becoming almost impenetrable upon reaching the locked, wrought-iron gates that marked the entrance to this place of the dead. No moon hung in the sky tonight, the weak starlight desperately attempting to light the scene below.

Originally, it had been a place for Violet to document her successful hunts, placing a grave for each worthy opponent. Later on, Violet allocated a newer part of her yard for those she cared about, who deserved to be remembered forever. At least in some small fashion.

A quiet rumbling in the distance was accompanied by a single circle of light, slowly getting bigger as the sound grew louder, slightly muffled by the deep fog. Finally, the motorcycle slowed to a stop before the gate, its hooded rider wearing clothing so dark it appeared to drink what little light was present. They slowly walked to the gate, their boots sounding deafening in the vast silence.

As they approached the gate, it swung open on its own, the mist curling around the hooded figure, welcoming its beloved master back to her realm, a place only she knew about. Rumors of this place floated through certain circles, people who knew her, people who feared her, they knew of this place. There was a reason one of her many titles was “Gravewalker”, and this was where that legend began.

She walked deeper into the graveyard, past old crypts and vine covered statues, following a long path with high mossy brick walls on either side, glittering stars peeking through the branches that crossed the space above. At the end of the path, the space widened, the crunchy gravel beneath her boots replaced with soft, damp grass, almost silencing her footfalls. She stopped, staring straight ahead. There was another plot, an open grave. It was fresh, but nobody dug it. It was deep, but nobody would be placed in it. It was there as a tribute to one of the few fallen comrades worth remembering.

The cloaked woman appeared to glide through the grass, coming to a stop at the empty grave and staring at the slab of black marble at its head. There was no name on it. There would be a name on it. She didn’t want to write the name, that would make it real. It would solidify the loss, and even if it could be reversed the grave would remain, an eternal reminder of a dark day in her lifetime.

Slowly, she reached up and lowered her hood. Violet Cunningham, shrouded in her mist, sat at the edge of the grave, dangling her feet into the hole. It looked like a bottomless pit, but Violet knew there was only soil. She sat in silence for a while, the grass and the fog eradicating all other sounds. Not even the wind dared a whisper on this night, such was the fear of raising the ire of The Reaper.

Finally, Violet sighed, looking across the pit at her reflection, just visible in the polished marble. There was so much left to say, so many plans unrealised. While they hadn’t been a team for that long, Violet had swiftly grown protective over both of her companions. Now, one of them was gone, and she had no idea what to do, if anything could even be done.

“Let’s fucking do this.” Violet said, getting to her feet.

She walked away from the pit, to one of the far corners in that section. A small wooden shed was hidden in the corner under a blanket of moss and a covering of vines. The old door creaked loudly as Violet pushed it open, bumping against the wall inside. Clambering into the tight, musty space, she stooped to avoid the low beams, occasionally brushing a cobweb away as she combed through the various tools and relics that filled the majority of the space.

Violet stopped to blow a thick layer of dust off a leather trunk, lifting its heavy lid with little effort. “There you are,” she muttered, pulling a leather tool bag out of the box. It looked cleaner and newer than everything else in the shed, and sat next to a box made of the same deep brown leather. She grabbed that as well, and then reached in one last time, right to the bottom of the trunk, taking hold of an oddly shaped cloth, wrapped tightly around whatever was inside.

Shutting the lid of the trunk, Cunningham backed out of the shed, grabbing a sturdy looking shovel as she went. The door swung shut with a solid clunk, the keeper of the graveyard already back at the pit she’d traveled for. Violet shrugged her cloak off, leaving her in just a tank top, leather pants and heavy boots, completely unfazed by the chill night air, still enveloped in the mist.

“I didn’t think I’d have to do this again,” Violet began, “I never thought I’d come to know anybody else worth immortalizing here.” She spoke to nobody, but the graveyard seemed to react to her every word, the very air itself stopping to pay attention. “Yet here I stand once more, wishing things had gone differently. But I cannot afford to dwell on what could have been.”

She unrolled the cloth, a hammer and chisel falling into her open palm. They were made of polished metal and varnished wood, looking as though they’d just been cleaned and put away after use. Violet knelt before the great marble slab, disregarding the small amount of space between the stone and the bit, and began to carve. As she worked, her thoughts ran amok, emotions swirling in a raging storm of anger and sadness. Her mind turned to the events that led her here…

Odyssey LXXXVIII - Several Days Earlier

The bell rang, the announcement was made, Bad Meets Evil were the new Women’s Tag Team Champions. All of the waiting, the training, the developing, it had all culminated in this. Violet and Marie made it clear they weren’t going anywhere, that they were a force to be reckoned with. It was their night. And then the lights went out.

At the end of it all, after Havoc arrived and chaos ensued, all that remained were the broken and the dead. The Banshee was dead, the Hex Girls now fractured, leaving Marie in tears and Violet all but consumed by her rage and brimming with reawakened power. It was then that she made her promise:

“FUCK YOU HAVOC!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS!!!! WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!!”

The Graveyard, Now

As she blew the last of the rock dust away, Violet reflected on her promise. She had meant it then, and now she had every intention of fulfilling it. Finally, she got what she wanted, she would face Havoc and rain hellfire upon all who stood alongside the demon. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork before turning towards the pit, drawing an obsidian dagger from her belt.

She sliced across her palm before balling her hand into a fist, allowing a steady stream of dark blood to fall into the pit, the deep crimson appearing black as oil as it vanished into the darkness below. “With this offering, I cement your name in eternity,” Violet murmured, “As my lifeblood feeds the soil, I bind your memory to this place. As long as this grave remains, you shall be remembered, always.”

Steam hissed and curled out of the pit, and the name chiseled into the marble was slowly filled, until at last Violet let her arms drop, the flow of blood stopping almost immediately, her obsidian dagger disappearing into the grave. There, in bold blood red letters, etched into the black marble, were just four words.

Morrighan “The Banshee” McDonnell

Violet wrapped the hammer and chisel back up before filling in the pit, returning the shovel and the wrapped tools to their homes in the shed. With her work complete, she picked up the leather bag and tucked the box into her cloak, putting her hood back up and striding back towards the exit, the mist never letting go.

Two Days Later, Montreal

When she’d returned to the house, Violet had found Marie surrounded by books, fast asleep. The dark circles under her eyes indicated it had been some time since Marie had properly rested, so Violet gently lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom. As she left, Marie stirred, murmuring in her sleep. The vampire wasn’t entirely sure if her companion had half-muttered an incantation or was simply speaking French, but nothing had caught fire so it would be fine leaving the redhead to rest.

Violet quickly fed Philip before returning to the library, where she’d originally found her tag partner. A quick analysis of the books present started turning gears in her head, but she had plans of her own and preparations to make. She returned to the garage, where her toolbag and the box sat on a wooden workbench. Slowly, she opened the bag and began an inventory of its contents, slowly formulating the most effective way to combat Havoc and end the threat for good.

“Sun Tzu once said ‘To defeat your enemy you must become your enemy’, but how does one become a creature like Havoc?” Violet voiced her thoughts aloud, “I agree, but offer a different path. To eradicate your enemy, you must do whatever is necessary.” She nodded to herself, still sorting through the various things inside the bag, each one designed with a different creature in mind. Carefully, Violet extracted a coiled length of chain, a black pouch with something silver poking out, a translucent, flat disk of polished quartz, and a glass jar with strange, tiny symbols scratched into it.

“The legend of the genie in a bottle…”

Violet snapped the bag shut, placing it on the floor. She would deal with the rest later, deciding it would be best to clear her thoughts, if only temporarily, to properly facilitate the complex, arguably insane plan she was beginning to piece together. There were a few ways she liked to do this, a long motorcycle ride, fixing said bike, training. Today however, she picked up a whetstone and walked outside, opening a tool closet and pulling free her scythe, its curved blade gleaming wickedly in the fading light. Picking a comfortable, shady spot beneath a great oak tree, Violet slowly began to sharpen her weapon, almost ritualistically caring for it. Each time the stone scraped across the deadly crescent, Violet’s mood darkened.

Havoc. The cause of so many woes, so much death and sorrow. So many people had been affected by their actions, and Violet was sick of it. Every single one of her allies had a reason to hate Havoc, but not one of them was ready to do what Violet would do. She knew they wouldn’t accept the truth, that now only the most extreme measures would get rid of Havoc. One more sacrifice.

It didn’t matter what happened in the match. Either Hana or Havoc would scream “I Quit”, Violet would make them both writhe in agony until they were sobbing, sobbing like her and Marie had, begging and pleading for mercy. In the end, Violet would either defeat and trap the demon, or she would separate Hana Nakijima’s head from her shoulders before Havoc could escape. This is what Marie was trying to prevent, doing her damndest to find a solution that benefited everyone. But now Violet’s hand was forced, and it was time for her to do what she did best.

It was time for The Reaper to show everyone why she was named as such.

It was time to kill a demon.

Diantha Rosso, Jeff X, DT The Ruler, Sayla and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Olympus promo #1 February 20th 2023, 12:37 am by **Mark Michaels**

( The scene opens outside a regional medical facility in Stockholm, Sweden. It’s here in the middle of this cold night where a caravan of cars and trucks have filled the parking lot. Amongst the sea of gypsies, all concerned over one of their young, all forced to wait outside due to “COVID restrictions”, in one of several small groups we find the Sania gathered around the head of the family, The Romani King Mark Michaels, as he wraps up a phone call.)

Mark: Sou penel da gadro ( what did the doctor say?)

( a beat passes as Mark nods his head with his intense attention to what the person on the other line has to say.)

Mark: Nie jara, sou manjas meh denlah ( don’t worry, whatever you need I’ll give it.)

(Another beat, this time a bit quicker before Mark replies.)

Mark: ef caza gadre delen troubulto, Del FaceTime unda boute whoa gugilpas. ( if someone gives you trouble, put them on FaceTime so they know who they’re fucking with.)

( Another silent moment, a little longer than the last, but it’s one that passes with a small amount of the heaviness in the air lifted.)

Mark: Okay, keep us updated.

Harman Aredelean: What did they say?

Mark: he’s in pain, but it could have been a lot worse. Some people were giving them a side eye, and saying things under their breath, but the doctor seems to be a good one.

Gyp: So what’s next?

Mark: They’re gonna try this salve for burns, and because he’s young they’re gonna keep him overnight.

Gyp: That’s not what I meant.

Sy: yeah man. The people who did this gotta learn that you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. You put our little cousin in the hospital, you got hell to pay.

Mark: I got him already. Cage texted me on the way here that I’m in a triple threat me, Vs Hampton, Vs Darknane. And since an OWA ring is the one place a man can get away with attempted murder, I’m fixing to show that piece of shit son of a bitch that no matter what you do in this world, you do not fuck with my family. And if you do something so foolish, I’ll go to edge of perdition’s flames to find you, and beat your ass. Darkane wanted to teach me a lesson with this bullshit he pulled, and he did. My mistake is I shouldn’t have treated a worm like a man. But as big as a mistake as that was, that Darkane made an even bigger one. His mistake is that he left me breathing.

Big Georgio: What about his lackeys aye? Those boys are sure to have his back.

Mark: And that’s why I need you guys to handle the leeches he’s got sucking on his ass. Send those rats, those maggots, those fucking cockroaches scattering. But Darkane, Darkane you leave to me. I want to cut the head off the snake myself.
I once thought he had some semblance of manhood to him. That he may cross a lot of lines, but wouldn’t wound a helpless child, who judging from how he’s handling being in the hospital right now, has a bigger set of stones on him than Darkane ever did. What should be the best time of my life has been weeks of aggravation thanks to the pillars of trying to find a team name that doesn’t sound like what a shitty goth garage band dreams of naming their first album one day. He spits on me, on heritage, on my family, and then he pulls this as the cherry on top of his shit sundae. Darkane, if you can hear this, pull that curly pile of crap you call a hairdo back away from your ears and listen good to what I got to say. Unlike you I don’t have to attack a man when he isn’t looking to beat his ass, so know that is the only warning you’re gonna get that this thing between us isn’t ending when a bell rings, it isn’t stopping when your a bloody mess on his knees begging for mercy, and it sure as hell isn’t gonna end with you standing tall smiling with those crooked meth mouth teeth. This between us is no longer about titles, or who’s better in the ring. if you think you can hurt my family and walk away, son you got it dead wrong. How’d you say it? You didn’t think I would come here and not take my pound of flesh? Well come Olympus I’m taking mines directly out of your scruffy, mangy, flea ridden, smells worst than Mussolini’s salami, crab having ass! Darkane, you know better than most, that when I say something, I am too stubborn to let it go. Isn’t that gyp?

Gyp: Damn right it is.

Mark: so either That pond scum sucking pussy has no idea just how far I’ll go, and what lengths I’ll take. If he though I hounded Remington Ivory Prescott, just wait till this asshole figures out just what he’s in for. He said I wasn’t on his level? congratulations because that changes starting right now. I will be as violent, as vicious, as unforgiving and merciless as the rat bastard has ever been, and so help me god, I will beat him so badly that all the booze, the pills, and crap tasting fast food chicken, won’t be enough to numb away the pain that I Am Bringing.

Sy: make sure you Whoop his ass cousin. And after you do, look that man in his eyes and tell him that’s he’s sunk to new lows, and for what? To end your lover’s spat with that pile of walking pile of gonorrhea? To prove you’re still edgy? To convince people that you’re still a bad mother fucker so long as you’ve got a couple of sucker punching jackasses doing a number on a man when he’s not looking? You look Darkane face to face, you tell him he isn’t the first person to try and treat us like fucking insects, trying to drive us out of our homes, beating us, spitting on us, calling us all kinds of vile shit. You tell him that the shit he did, our people have been living through for generations, he’s just another white piece of chicken shit that we step over on the road to everything Var has for us. You tell him that you got where you are today, not just because the people started to get behind you. You’re damn right they did, but did when they saw that you have everything Darkane never had. The hustle, the heart, a family. Those people got behind you when you took a beat down, got back up, and asked those fuckers ‘was that your best shot?’you tell him that for lil’ cuzz, you him that for all of us man. Then you stomp that mother fucker out once and for all you feel me?

Mark: Bet.

Harman Ardelean: Marco don’t forget, there’s another man you got in this fight.

Mark: I know Harman, I know. Elijah Hampton, I have been salivating at the chance to take him on in the ring. Our paths have always run parallel, but now we’re definitely set for a collision course. I feel like a kid in an ice cream store getting that sample out of the little spoon before I got my dessert. It feels like this is the warm up to what might be the final two in the Thunderbastard. I got no person problems with Elijah, I was glad when he finally beat Jacob Senn and won the Immortal Heavyweight Championship, and while I was excited for the opportunity, I also felt like it was a bit of a bum wrap he got having to defend The Immortal championship against the entire roster all at once, especially after dealing with Drago, getting stabbed in the back by Darkane, getting cashing in on by Gatsby, and then winning the title back in a hell of a match. I know he’ll be motivated, and wanting to put down anyone who thinks they have a chance of taking that title away from him, I’d be doing the same. I respect Elijah But I know that at Civil War there won’t be any friends when it all comes down to it. That said, I know he’s got his own beef with Darkane, and from where I’m standing, a Graveworm has nowhere to run to when it’s trapped between a pair of ravens who want nothing more than to tear it to shreds. So considering how we both want nothing more than to payback Darkane with interest for the way he’s been screwing with us, and the fact that we both know that wherever Darkane goes, Laz the Leech the rest of the cronies will follow, I’ll offer a truce. Till Civil War you’ll be the safest S.O.B. Walking god’s green earth. But if you’re not feeling it, then do yourself a favor and stay out of my way while I’m busy stomping Darkane into little more than a mushy pile of blood and piss.

Harman Ardelean: You really want to give someone else a chance to try and take you out when you’re not looking? Elijah may have a beef with Darkane, but he’s also a a tiger with its back against the wall. He’s desperate, and that makes him dangerous.

Mark: Yeah it does. I know the point you make is valid, but you above anyone should know that I never put my full trust and faith in anybody outside our people. I gave Darkane a private meeting, but I made sure you were all nearby, and it probably is why I’m standing here right now. When I offer a temporary alliance with Elijah, I do so knowing full well he was a part of the Phantom Troupe, and the Blacklist before it. He may well be no better than the guy we both want to see laid out in the middle of the ring. You know you can’t hustle a hustler, you can’t trick a trickster. So I’m ready if Elijah Decides he wants a leg up on the Romani King ahead of Civil War. I’m ready if he wants to send a message to the rest of the Olympus roster, and he thinks I’m the guy to beat make his point. Bottom line, he tries to pull
Something, he’s got a right haymaker with his name on it ready to explode like a stinger missile on a Chinese spy balloon.

Make no mistake, I come Civil War I will do everything in my power to become the Immortal Heavyweight Champion, and Elijah outta damn well know this already. But right now I’m gonna leave the ball in his court. We could either end Olympus shaking hands, or throwing punches, it’s his call, and I got no problem with either choice. Let me break it down for you. If this was a movie, I’d have to compare it to the scene in the Godfather where Michael takes care of all the family business. I’m tying up loose ends Elijah before I walk into Civil War with one title, and walk away with three. I’m gonna warn you right now not to make the same mistake Darkane made. You poke the bear, you get torn apart.

You mess with my family, I end you one way or another. You ou attack me from behind, I come at you every which way till you don’t know what’s up, down, left or right. So Elijah, and especially Darkane better get ready, because MARK MOTHER FUCKING MICHAELS IS COMING TO FIGHT. And just it will like at Civil War, when that bell rings, you two will have no other choice than to HAIL TO THE KING BABY!!!

( with that the scene fades out on Mark looking more resolute than he ever has before as he knows he carries the hopes, dreams, and prayers of the Romani People, a weight he can more than carry to the promised land.)

Bobby Wheeler, Elijah Hampton, DT The Ruler and Sayla have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 18th 2023, 12:00 am by **VaeVictisBD**

THE CITIZEN KANE OF BEING A SHIT CUNT.
In the shadow of more than just Hollywood.

What people see in their reflection is very telling for what they are.

What they see themselves to be in front of the mirror. We often seek that great escape into the visage of what we need to know, what we can afford to pull ourselves away from the rest of the world. We’ll tell ourselves what we deserve, how great we are, how great we are one day going to be. We face our virtues and our vices in these moments. We see our strengths. We see our flaws. And only those that are honest about their true flaws have any strength outside of their reflections. If Chad Ecclestone truly believes he has any form of resemblance to Gandhi, he lives in a far different world than I and the rest occupy. A reality far too warped and twisted — a world not governed by the universal truths and all that is honesty. What really separates Ecclestone from such visionaries is the ability to look past yourself. See a bigger picture and — this is the real bitter pill to swallow — see something that goes beyond you. A greater picture that doesn’t include you. More so; what separates the likes of a Chad Ecclestone, besides of course actually contributing anything of significance to the world outside of what lines their own pocket, is that Gandhi wasn’t a completely jaded bitch-made man. It actually bothers me to an irrational degree that a nonce like you would even suggest they have any matching qualities to a visionary that is forever significant for contributions that make them greater than themselves; you’re just an arrogant milk-obsessed dumb cunt. You’re closer likeness to a Harvey Weinstein than anyone enlightened. Ironically enough, you’re an influencer that has no influence. On the state of Kingdom, on OWA’s wide reach — on the world as a whole. You’re not the big deal you believe yourself to be; these things would thrive without you. I know it’s not a unique thing for you to hear by now. I’m completely aware of how low-hanging fruit it is to say that, until this week, I hadn’t heard of you despite your self-alleged fame. I’m aware such minimalism can be a self detriment, that you’ve heard it before and in all likelihood, you’ll hear it again. But there has to be some truth to it if it becomes a pattern, yeah? Knowing what you are, knowing now who you are; it’s the furthest thing from a detriment to call you a nobody. An inconsequential spec in the grand scheme of what’s going on in the OWA I came to. I know the gut reaction is to say something along the lines of “well if I am soooooo irrelevant, what does that make you?” and if you’re willing to spare me the trouble of exhausting the fast-forward function again and actually have a fucking point for a change; I will tell you that I am little more than something far more honest. My reflection isn’t murky by such unhinged hubris. The reflection of Arthur Wakefield is that of a cocky scumbag and a cheeky cunt that only has his current state of relevance in the landscape of OWA due to the affiliations he has. My reflection is that of a sleazy merc that will only ever hear until the day I die that I am only worth something due to Finnegan Wakefield and Alyssa Grace being OWA legend status. They are the undisputed legacies people are going to attach to me like some kind of fucking albatross to weigh me down and encumber me. Because that’s all they’ll see. Begs to question what I see in the reflection. I’m a pauper walking these halls of heroes around like he’s a fucking prince. I’m the cockroach that doesn’t stay dead after the apocalypse is over. If my great-great grandad is a wrestling artist, I’m not that. Not trying to be that. I’m a con artist looking to made a profit and a difference. Eat the rich, kill some gods. The point is I’m aware of my imperfections. I’m aware of my flaws. I’m aware of the public perception of who I am, what I am doing here, how the glass ceiling above my head is and the shadow cast upon me by my aforementioned predecessors, and it doesn’t bother me a single bit. Being underestimated is all too familiar for me, and it has only ever been an asset that has toppled governments. Of what virtues I have as a human being, I am nothing if not a confident piece of shit that can only ever know how to thrive.

Though, what is really being trialed and tested on Kingdom is my fucking patience.

Chalk it up to being a bit arrogant. Chalk it up to simply questioning the process. But I was expecting to be given a trial by fire — really cut my teeth with some of the best competition Kingdom has to offer. Quite frankly, I’m disappointed. I know that’s a bit rich coming from the new kid on the block, especially when their first showing wasn’t exactly the most flattering first impression but a bag is a bag. The first time doesn’t mean anything anyway. CATCH Hound was that idea to bring together an elite squad of assassin-tier fighters, the best of humanity in an on-again-off-again war with the eldritch, the unknowable, and the all-powerful. Trained to be tactical, unrelenting, above all else efficient. Being paired up with MYOJIN is for my benefit to learn on the job — iron sharpening iron. Instead, we got pitted against the dull boy sorority. Instead, we’re being asked to have our mettle tested against a Meathead Duke Nukem parody and Fiora Lite. We’re being prepared for a war against the likes of Abholos, the elder gods, Havoc on her period, and we’re being told these barrel scrappings are worthy opposition. Ain’t that just fairies and dancing dildos? What more can I say about someone the likes of Dick P Slaughter? What more am I meant to think of this jobless bum that was given authority seemingly for no other reason than an excuse for him to have something to do? What more can I say about somebody who — in a vast ocean of competition that is probably deserving of some kind of say in the Spartans Championship’s future — is a drop that couldn’t even hit the ocean? Shit is asinine, man. I can comprehend and wrap my mind around some of the complexities that band together the fabrics of the universe, yet I can’t comprehend the sheer failure of an existence that is this milk-obsessed retard. As incomprehensible as Arnold Schwarzenegger speaking in fucking wingdings. American Muscle demonstrates the worst of the American education system. But this isn’t anything so political. I don’t care where you come from. I don’t care what you fancy. Drink all the bulls milk you want — yes, I know what I’m implying — but you ain’t shit. You’re not made of anything I can’t cut through. You’re underqualified to be anything that can be considered a threat. I can take a beating from the best of them and walk it off, and you’re the furthest thing from the best of them, mate. Whatever you’re looking for in a worthy challenger for the Spartans Championship, shit if you’re the decider for that we’re in for another Milky Mayhem novelty act that defecates on whatever prestige Chad hasn’t already shat all over.

Trained by dangerous minds; the final frontier against the omega-level threats of OWA.

Against the hardly functioning minds of these fucking cunts.

Back to back, listening to these candids of being on a fucking farm, in a studio shilling stock in a brand no one cares about, such lengthy expositions that say what exactly? The same tired jokes. Huffing their own farts, touching themselves while looking at their own reflections thinking they are either gods gift to anything or some bonafide badass. Personas that are not only dated for the current time, but something in my timeline that would go extinct. My question is do you really think you have this? Do you really think you fuckwits can get along to rival myself and MYOJIN? Dick P Slaughter, a man that is sitting so hard on the fence it could split him in half, so deeply concerned about what one can lift, what they’re made of, defined by the most unimpressive tropes of movie characters already so one-dimensional. And Chad Ecclestone, whose entire reality would disfigure and shatter at the very idea of him not being idolized, not being influential — not even a has-been, but a never-was. Behind these self-produced scenes, these artificial scripts, and all the smoke and mirrors that make up such personas that are projected onto the world; I find such delusions pathetic. I see such delusions as something pitiful. I’m uninspired by such stereotypes and their mediocrity. I’m unimpressed with such boring resolve and delivery. Between the two of you, I can not see any conviction to be anything more than what exists out of sheer evolutionary mistake to pick you fuckers off. That is the only thing that impresses me about either of you. But I'm not one for the novelty. I'm not one for fuckery of such a low level. As far as this match is concerned, besides an unwillingness to not lose to the likes of such miserable existences, I am interested only in being able to smirk in the mirror the next morning knowing I am far better today than I was the day before. To quote Gandi, the only thing that will satisfy me when I look at my reflection would be with the knowledge that I was the change I wanted to see in the world. Even to the small degree that is beating the current Spartans Champion.

That in a not-so-gentle way, I'm about to shake your whole fucking world."

Elijah Hampton, Felix Hartley and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2023, 11:58 pm by **"Killer Bee"**

Another week, another loss. I didn’t expect things to be easy for us Dojo Boys. Just considering the backgrounds we come from, the people who have been working to keep us going. But losing is just so…hard. I want to trust Ty in the ring more. I know that he has greatness in him and our team can be brilliant. Why am I so angry with him after matches when in truth I’ve shown little growth since I arrived here? I came here to OWA and have done a few wonderful things, but there’s no accolades to be had. No trophies. No title wins. Not even a signature victory yet to really let the world know that I’m here. I can’t fault Ty that I’m not good enough to be the kind of partner he can win with yet.

Everyone keeps saying it. “Young Boy.” “Emmy’s boy.” “Carlos’s pet project.” To everybody who wrestles, that’s all I am. Just a legacy hire. A never-was that isn’t any good. They’ve seen glimpses of the potential but not a finished product yet. That fault lies with me for not getting it done. But what can I do now? Are these trials that Emmy has us embarking on really going to help us?

I don’t know.

I don’t really know what to do.

But I’m tired of three things: I’m tired of losing. I’m tired of not progressing to anything new and higher than where I am. And I’m tired of being mocked by my opponents and hearing them try to mock Ty too. We’re going to find a way to complete these Trials. We’re going to find a way to keep our team intact. We’re going to find a way to become the best version of the Dojo Boys that we can possibly be!

[In Sena’s small but comfortable apartment, he was sitting around trying to find a way to go against this….ape. He had no idea that Emmy was dead serious about fighting a gorilla..or monkey…whatever the hell it was. He and Ty were going to have to find a way to wrestle it and not be chastised by animal rights activists and the like. For the first time in his career, he was actually alone. There was no Carlos Rosso yelling drill instructions in his ears. No MAELSTROM or anyone else to push him when he needed it. There was no Emmy to give guidance, either. She was usually his crutch when it came to wrestling, helping him with strategy, helping with research on his opponent. Now, he didn’t have that resource. Partly because of her outright refusal to do so…and also he knew that she had just been through a grueling title defense and had the match of her life coming up, for which she was training off and on to prepare for.]

*KNOCK KNOCK*

[Sena hopped up from his chair, turning off the Animal Planet documentary he was watching about primates as he opened the door to reveal his former trainer, Carlos Rosso. For some reason Carlos was carrying around a tobacco pipe and wearing a lab jacket. Obviously perplexed, Sena immediately broke the ice.]

“So….uhhhhhhh…Carlos, do you mind telling me exactly why you’re here?”

“Sena, I’ve got something that I think you should know about your opponent.”

“....I already know it’s not human.’

[Producing a phone as well as a strange looking device, Carlos entered the room. Two other young women followed in similar white lab coats and safety goggles, one carrying a small device and the other a couple of folders.]

“Yes, but did you also know that this primate….this THADDEUS, hates humans?”

“...Dude, it’s a monkey. How do you know it hates humans?”

[Carlos took a long puff on his pipe before answering.]

“We have the technology to understand the voices of the apes. Remember Mars Attacks and Congo? We kinda mixed and matched. That device that you see my lovely assistant Rei holding is a special translator built to understand primate noises and translate them into human speech. Thaddeus wants to eliminate you and Ty!”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Absolutely! He wants to throw shit at you two! Deadass!”

“No, are you fucking serious? It’s a MONKEY!”

“Listen for yourself. Discover the truth.”

[With that, Carlos nodded, having the girls do their appointed tasks. One turned on the phone and played a bit of Thaddeus speaking in the wild. The other was holding the special translator device. Why the hell couldn’t one of them just push one button and then lay them both down on a table was not something anyone understood.”

“Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah! Ooh ooh ah ah!”

***BEEP BEEP BEEP***

[After a few moments, a translation of what was being said by the primate, or at least in theory was being said, was playing via the translation device.]

“For several millennia, humans have ejaculated their bodily fluids. Homo sapiens, the half-breed race, are melon. They will determine the blind idiot toxicology of agricultural apocalypse. The banana pudding of human DNA is weakened by the Neon Genesis Evangelion. Dark is the suede that mows like a harvest. In a ring of competition squared, they will stamp up to punchy and bacon off! Apes will decimate and cripple the no-furry sapiens. Touchdown will conquer the dominion of the impotent human phallus!”

[The two female assistants were absolutely astonished that their device worked. Carlos nodded sagely at the translation, as if the gibberish made any sense at all, taking puffs of his pipe on occasion. Sena didn’t know how to react at first. He was confused, then slightly scared….and eventually annoyed as he stormed out of the living room and into his small bedroom, grabbing his duffel bag.]

“Sena! Sena, where are you going!?”

“I’ve got a match to get ready for and your machines aren’t going to help.”

“WAIT! THAT WAS A PERFECTLY ACCURATE TRANSLATION OF WHAT THE LITTLE BUGGER SAID! WE CAN…..”

“Carlos, Not right now. Please. Look, there’s food in the refrigerator. Just don’t destroy the place. I’m going to the gym.”

Can I trust my partner? Can I trust myself? Why are we wrestling a primate instead of other humans? How the hell is this supposed to make us any better as wrestlers? I don’t know. But what I do know is that I have a job to do, Ty has a job to do, and we have to go do it. The people who run the organizations that care for these majestic creatures are going to shudder at what we’re going to do to Thaddeus, but it can’t be helped. I mean, the damn thing was trained by Nathan Fiora apparently so it’s obviously not stupid and apparently wanted to get into professional wrestling.

Of all the ridiculous things that I’ve been a part of and have seen here in OWA, this is going to be probably one of the most strange. And I’ve seen Emmy wish people back to life, Diantha suddenly become Nelson Mandela, Nate Cage wrestling again, Havoc kills a person several times and everyone treats it like normal. What the hell is normal anymore anyway? I’m still trying to figure out who I am and what I stand for.

But the odd thing is, just by being an ordinary person…I have the potential to be one of the most extraordinary wrestlers here. Maybe wrestling this primate isn’t about wrestling an opponent. Maybe it’s more about my mental state, how I prepare for things.

I wish the people who made matches for OWA stopped doing so while they were high.

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2023, 11:38 pm by **Tyler Kulina**

Kingdom Promo #1

"Ape Escape"

(Tyler didn't know what to expect when he wandered into this abandoned gym in Newark, NJ. Apparently Steve conjured up some kind of training session with Emmanuelle where they called for Stephanie Matsuda to kick he and her cousin Cassie Wu's asses until they found away to work like a team and get her into the ring. After being schooled by the Hall of Famer in just mere seconds, Matsuda decided to train Cassie on her own for a bit. Tyler wasn't that familiar with the Odyssey wrestler but thought outside of her pajamas was easy on the eyes. Matsuda herself noticed his gaze as Wu rolled out of the ring. As Tyler entered the ring, she crossed her arms.)

Stephanie Matsuda: You have some wandering eyes don't you?

Tyler Kulina: (eyebrow raised) A man can't enjoy the scenery?

Stephanie Matsuda: (sighs) Just like your father.

Tyler Kulina: Wait! You know my da-

(Tyler nearly ducks a lightning fast roundhouse from The Queen of Fighters.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Do I know your dad? It depends on what you mean by that. Then again, in all cases...yes.

Tyler Kulina: Huh!?

Stephanie Matsuda: Steve gave me a background on the whole soap opera. He's leaving everything up to you or whatever.

(Stephanie circles around Tyler and applies a waistlock, taking him down to the mat. Ty notices that Emmanuelle is still recording with her phone. He tries to slip out, but Stephanie reverses the hold into a grounded front facelock.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Steve trained you to be a grappler, but you're so easy to out wrestle that even an ape will figure it out.

(Matsuda brought Tyler to his feet and gets him into a clinch, inflicting several brutal knee strikes followed by a judo throw.)

Stephanie Matsuda: I'm doing basic MMA tricks on you, bro. You gotta out up more of a fight! The Dojo Bros are such a joke that Em has you doing meme matches! Is this what you want out of your career!?

(Tyler, slowly gets up, his ego as bruised as his body. Stephanie gestures for him to make his move.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Then show me every, sweets.

(Tyler tightened his fists and the two resumed trading strikes, this time with Tyler getting better with each moment. There was a flow he was getting into, one that allowed me to keep up with Stephanie. He closed in after blocking several of her kicks and whipped her to the ropes and connected with a chop block from out of nowhere. Matsuda rolled along the mat and got to her feet.)

Stephanie Matsuda,: Okay, you're starting to get the hang of it. But remember - Thaddeus isn't just some random human being. He's an animal with superior strength, speed, and endurance. You and Sena will have to work together to calm the beast or bring him down.

(Stephanie assumes a fighting stance.)

Stephanie Matsuda: A bit of a cliche question, but why do you fight? What drives you?

Tyler Kulina: Gotta a family to feed. Mom and two siblings.

(Ty goes after Stephanie who easily dodges his punches and counters with a Fireman's Carry Takedown. She attempts an ankle lock but he kicks her away.)

Stephanie Matsuda: That's it? You can be a bus driver and accomplish the same thing. Why fighting? What is it about the art of war thst compels you to answer its call?

(The two continue to trade blows as Ty does his best to keep up with Stephanie.)

Tyler Kulina: I've been fighting my whole life! It's the only thing I know!

(Stephanie parries a kick and counters with a STO to the mat. Like she did with Cassie, Matsuda places a foot onto Tyler's neck.)

Stephanie Matsuda: The first time I picked up a pair of boxing gloves was in my late uncle's gym in Florida during the holidays. As a little girl, I didn't know whether I liked fighting or not. But before I knew it, I was walking out of the ring with April over there at the end of last year's Final Destination. As my best friend and tsg partner would say "Life comes at you fast".

(A frustrated Tyler pushes Stephanie's foot aside and jumped to his feet.)

Tyler Kulina: It doesn't matter if I like it or not. I'm good at it and it bought my mom a new house!

(He goes for a double leg takedown, but Stephanie traps him in a waist lock and flips him over with a gut wrench suplex. Matsuda mounts him, but Tyler counters with a triangle choke.)

Stephanie Matsuda: (wincing) Okay, I get it! You love your mother! But what about YOUR wants!? YOUR needs!?

Tyler Kulina: I just want to live life my way!

(Stephanie lifted Tyler in the air and slams him down with a powerbomb. Matsuda stumbles back, attempting to shake off the effects of Ty's submission. Kulina gets to his feet and cracks his knuckles.)

Tyler Kulina: Just because fighting doesn't mean the same to me as it does to you doesn't mean I don't enjoy it when I can. The thrill of combat speaks to me just like anyone else in this god forsaken place! I want glory just like anyone else, and if I have to go through you...then so be it.

Stephanie Matsuda: (smiles) a man who's chosen a path. While putting others before yourself is admirable, it prevents you from living your dream.

Tyler Kulina: What if you don't have a dream?

(Stephanie relaxes her stance and calls for a towel that April tosses to her. Ty calls for one from Emmanuelle.)

Stephanie Matsuda: You have one. Think about why you're here. You want to meet "him".

(Tyler gets quiet for a moment as Matsuda leaves the ring.)

Stephanie Matsuda: When you reveal yourself to him, allow him to take you under his wing. You both could use the bonding experience.

(Stephanie walked away, wiping her face with the towel. She stops for a moment and turns around.)

Stephanie Matsuda: One more thing. That ape is just the beginning of the wild shit you'll encounter, Tyler. Then again that's the exciting thing about this business: you never know what'll happen next.

(Tyler sighs as he watched Matsuda go over to April for a private conversation. He turns around and sees Cassie watching him, prompting him to exit to the ring.)

Cassie Wu: She's something, isn't she?

Tyler Kulina: She's something alright. But... it's giving me a lot to think about.

Cassie Wu: (smiles) That's good. Maybe we can talk about it one day. But first...take that ape down. But nothing fatal, okay?

(Ty laughed as he scratches yhe back of his head.)

Tyler Kulina: I'll try not to.

(Cassie smiles and Tyler watches her walk over to Serenity Scorpio standing nearby. Yeah, outside of her pajamas, Ms. Wu was a sight to behold.)

Diantha Rosso has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2023, 10:16 pm by **Noah Krieger**

KINGDOM— PROMO #2 | GREEDINESS.

In today’s society, we’re taught to believe that the feeling of regret is a sign of weakness, but we’ve been lied to. Once you openly realize that it ensures a natural growth, that’s when the true story begins.

In my own personal experience, I believe that many individuals don’t understand how difficult it is to move past your own failures, the tragedies that remain in our mind for ages, possibly never being set free from them. However, what I’ve found to be true in my own attempts to return to a previous form or normality — it’s that it isn’t possible. If you were able to simply forget about the most important aspects of your career, even if it didn’t come to the conclusion you once anticipated, there wouldn’t be any struggle, and the sport we’ve come to love over the years — it would seemingly become worthless. If I’m being transparent for the moment, the last thing I’d desire in this line of work is to feel hopeless in my attempts, or that each decision I’ve made in the past, or those that I’ll inevitably make in the future — that it didn’t have a sense of importance. Y’know, before arriving at OWA, my answer would likely be much different, but on this night? It’s rather simple, the feeling of disgust won’t disappear, the agony that remains in my heart must settle, but can’t fade. Over this past month, I’ve come to realize that without failure we have nothing, and without success there’s little to fight for, so while the emotions may continue to reside in my mind, they will no longer push me further down, but rather will continue to fuel me to become a champion once again.

However, this upcoming weekend isn’t designed for this specific goal, at least not as of yet, and this is absolutely fine by me. In this industry, you’re constantly learning to evolve in a landscape that doesn’t have the ability to decrease its speed in the slightest, and one of the things that you’re taught early on in this business is that in order to return to a previous path of success, you must be willing to start fresh, and restart where you once lost it all. Now with a month having passed, all my mind seems to be able to focus on is starting anew, and refocusing on what truly matters, and that’s allowing myself to heal from the mental exhaustion of allowing the one thing that I’ve worked several months for, and allowing it to slip through my fingers. Nevertheless, I’d be a much simpler man if I idly sat back and didn’t attempt to rectify what I’ve recently lost, but that isn’t me, it isn’t what I’ve represented for the past half a decade — I’ve always been a fighter.

In this case, on this night, it won’t be any exception.

Thinking on it for quite awhile, I can almost bring myself to understand why people with relative success feel it’s important to never lose it, as they have to endlessly worry if there is a future for them on the other side — coming out unscathed isn’t always the most probable outcome. Nonetheless, I’ve reached the point in my career where I truthfully believe if there’s a constant feeling of anxiety eluding over you in the midst of success, there must be a realization within you that the fear you’re currently feeling isn’t about your ascension to the pinnacle of triumph, but where you’ll find yourself, or who you’ll see on the other side of your reflection when it’s no longer there for you to lean on — and that’s where you come into all of this, Nate.

For a good portion of your career, you’ve been known as the individual who helped build this empire, the stone that is used to ensure its condition — they were lifted by your own filthy hands. That must make you proud, and how couldn’t it? Success thrives within your veins, and you feel an excess of entitlement to the point where any individual you deem lesser than you, who may not have had the same level of accomplishments that you’ve found — they aren’t worthy enough to share the same airspace as you, let alone stand across of the squared circle from you. Looking at this carefully, for me, an individual who prides himself on speaking the entire truth and nothing less, I sense a false reality within your selected dialogue. I’ve never been one to shy away from my true feelings, and you aren’t an exception, delusion has lived inside of you for YEARS — and it continues to take you along for the ride out of pity. While you might’ve initially assisted with the foundation of this promotion, your value can no longer be attached to this singular detail, you must evolve past what brought you to this point, and instead ensure that your relevance isn’t fleeting because of it — but you aren’t willing to do so.

If we were to take a glance back at your journey thus far in OWA, there isn’t much to confidently proclaim that you’ve made a difference within this sport — and that eats you up inside, doesn’t it? For someone who constantly praises himself for his contributions, it’s been years since you’ve done so, and by each passing day — it’s becoming much more clear how little you actually care about this place. So when someone from outside looking in heads into a similar environment, and finds success based on his own work ethic and drive, and not past claims of prominence — it doesn’t sit right with you. You’ve had multiple opportunities to dictate the trajectory of your career, but when an individual doesn’t hold a desire to project change on his own path, there isn’t much anyone can do to move the process along, you have to put in the work, but you’re incapable of doing so, and it has costed you time and time again.

But now you have found the desire to return to full-time competition, and is actively striving to ensure that I’m kept off of the ladder of success — and to that I say — fuck that.

While many seem to not realize it, it’s relatively easy to climb the ladder, seeing your hopes and dreams from afar now doesn’t seem impossible, but if you’re knocked off of it — even if it’s only the first time? That’s when the difficulty starts to arise, and I’ve felt it before, and from where I come from, it’s a certainty that it’ll happen more than once. However, it won’t be due to your actions, Nate, that just isn’t how this is going to occur. Y’see, being able to see how close my mission was to being successful, to changing the landscape that hadn’t been altered in ages, failure hit that much deeper, obviously it’s going to hurt, but that shouldn’t keep me from reaching my potential. When are you going to come to terms with the fact that this upcoming bout isn’t simply about the competitiveness between us, it’s much more than that — and you’re well aware of it, let’s not brush past it. Without a doubt in my mind, this is a clash of desperation, seemingly caused by your need to feel valued to some degree, and those desires will only be found if you leave a “rookie” lying in his own pool of blood, right? Well let me let you in on a little secret, it isn’t the first time that I’ve found myself in this type of predicament, and I sincerely doubt it will be the last — but Sunday isn’t the night.

Listen, I understand your frustration. I've faced the same difficulties plenty of times before, but understanding your struggles has absolutely nothing to do with it. You’re attempting to write me out of the picture, to cast me aside as you reap all of the benefits, but that’s not going to happen, and with full transparency, I can’t allow it to. The only reason I’m without the OWA Outlaw Championship on this fine evening is due to my own ignorance, I didn’t finish the job when I could’ve, and I paid the price, one that cost me everything I worked towards. But now that I have the opportunity to restart from the bottom, with a chance to rectify my careless actions, it’s no longer about a singular championship, nor the lineage that I was attempting to protect for MONTHS — this is about protecting myself, and ensuring that I don’t suffer the same fate as last time. With this being said, this time my emotions won’t get the best of me, this isn’t about putting an end to you, nor is it as personal as Hardcore Havoc seemed to be. I don’t foresee myself having to survive an environment out of my element, and while you might not see it at this moment — the squared circle is my home. This is my life’s work, and for the better part of half a decade, I have proven that this is the truth, and I deserve to stand across the ring from the very best, and in all honesty, I don’t believe this includes your name. You haven’t proven yourself, you haven’t sacrificed what I’ve been forced to, and you don’t need it — but I do. For over three months, I felt as if I had attained my dream, but since losing the ability to hold a championship around my waist, it has made me quickly realize that this right here, the opportunity to prove that this mat is a sacred environment, it’s quite important. I will not allow any man to take this profound ambition away from me, especially not you.

I welcome you to try and take this away from me, but I don’t see it as a game.

I have earned the right to be a part of this roster, and I won’t allow a man who couldn’t give a single shit about this place to come in here and take my spot… that I earned. I walked into OWA as an unknown talent, one that was forced to scratch and claw for everything that I’ve been able to accomplish — unlike what you’ve represented since day one. Ignorance often describes an individual’s character, and if it wasn’t your natural scent, you would’ve been able to quickly realize that I didn’t have the same luxuries for you, and success only came my way because it was the only choice for me, because if I somehow failed? There wouldn’t be anything to fall back on, my future would cease to exist, but you couldn’t fathom such a tragedy. And that is my entire point, if you walk out of this weekend’s event as the runner-up, you don’t have to worry in the back of your mind that there won’t be a place for you in the near future, but for me? I’m not irreplaceable, but that’s what this bout is all about — proving that I undoubtedly am.

As I’ve said before, your threats mean nothing to me, I’ve dealt with much worse in the past, but what I can promise you is whether or not you believe it, there isn’t an ounce of fear within my heart that I feel for you. There’s plenty of scars already ingrained into my skin, one more is welcomed, because at the end of the day — it won’t matter in the slightest.

Tomorrow won’t be your night, and I think deep down, you’re aware of this.

VaeVictisBD and Lazarus Arjen have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2023, 9:47 pm by **MYŌJIN**

And just like that, CATCH Hound proved our point. We made quick work of the bland rookies and like I said, Emmanuelle continues to abuse them instead of actually teaching them something useful.

I can already tell that this repetitive cycle will quickly grow boring. CATCH Hound will embarrass a makeshift tag team, then run into another. We'll repeat win after win against people beneath our skill level until we get what we want inevitably, no matter how long that takes.

How depressing. It's not the last time that I'll be right either.

CATCH Hound exists to clean up the mess that OWA has become. We're here to fix the issues and actually make this company worth watching again- because it seems like everyone here needs reminder that this is a sport, that the squared circle is a battleground- not a place for the little children to have recess and play pretend.

And speaking of children playing pretend? That is exactly what Arthur and I's two next opponents are. Chad Ecclestone and his boyfriend that came on him and his wife like a hose.

…Really? Is that all that they had for us to fight? Quickly I'm reminded of why I'm so disillusioned of this place.

The state of Kingdom's tag team division has become embarrassing.

Where the faces of the division, the champions, the men to beat, only hold those belts because Chris Sabertooth had died before the match- It's almost a poetic example of what this brand has to offer: mediocrity and complacency. The Frontline held those championships with pride, but even then, they were the big fish in a small pond surrounded by nothing but pathetic excuses. And it's only gotten downhill from there.

The Dojo Bros, a team that has been here for months, have shown zero progress or advancement toward becoming something greater. They have had Arthur briefly cornered, but as soon as I got into the ring, I cleared the match in maybe less than five minutes. That's not something I'm bragging about, that is something that I am disappointed about. And now immediately after- management has scraped from the bottom of the barrel because they've already ran out of some real competition for us. I suppose because the other actual teams are caught in a race war during February of all times.

There has recently been a trend within Kingdom that I've noticed. The competitiveness, the passion of the brand has seen a slow death. With men like Jason Long taking the easy way to become World Champion, I've realized that very few people here want o wrestle- they want to be handed things on a silver platter. They think they are owed something, their delusional egos think greatness should simply be handed to them. And that description fits you to a tee…

Doesn't it, Ecclestone?

I know, I'm one to talk after everything that I did within Golden Dawn- but I also managed all that success by myself. It took me accidentally knocking myself out for someone to eventually take that belt away from me. I was seconds away from becoming World Champion not long after either. I became the Breakout Star of the Year because when it comes down to it? Out of all the favorites people love to praise, I'm the most consistently great wrestler here. I went unpinned for over 200 days. The Shining Star is the workhorse of this brand, and it's only right that the workhorse fixes the glaring issues that OWA has.

It seems that Kingdom has already ran out of real tag teams to send our way, as now we've been handed the joke unfortunately known as the Spartan Champion and a man with the mustache of someone who'd be told by Chris Hansen to take a seat. Two opponents that are as unoriginal with their quips as they are basic personalities. The day I get offended by a grown man with the haircut of a nine year old boy from 2005 is the day I die.

We've all seen the Ecclestone type come and go within… basically every wrestling promotion: rich white boy who says ignorant things that a middle schooler would hilarious and takes nothing seriously. I know he meant the Minj comparison as an attempt to insult me… But, is the cat femboy really on your mind that often that you see any Asian and you immediately think of them? Maybe there's some repression going on there, maybe you should see a therapist about it. Either way, don't project your awakened furry kink onto me- I want absolutely nothing to do with it.

It took me a second to even realize that YOU were the Spartan Champion, because despite those delusions of grandeur that you have about yourself, you've come across as a total and complete joke every time you appear on television. From the Walmart bargain bin movies that you've made, to getting covered in your good 'ol friend's Dick Milk- Not to mention the match that you had with Minj, which by the way- You struggled to beat whereas I made quick work of them- All anyone has seen of you is that you're a living mockery of professional wrestling with a facade as fake as the silicone implants your wife has. You aren't a champion, you're a punchline. You're what the audience comes to laugh at, not idolize. And the best part is that you're so fucking braindead to notice that.

Your name is fucking Chad and that's the worst insult I could give you.

And there's… Is his name really Dick P. Slaughter? His parents must have absolutely hated him. The man with enough steroids and cocaine in his bloodstream that his piss could probably melt through steel somehow made it past drug-testing. It speaks to how much Scott Oasis and the rest of management view the Spartan title and the tag team division to pair an absolute nobody who's claim to fame are dick jokes and somehow arranging a wrestling cruise show that may or may not be a money laundering scheme with a B-list actor who shamelessly performs self-fellatio so much that he might have scoliosis.

You know, I think I'll call you two Fuckboys United.

This is Slaughter's very first match, the very first time he's actually competing, which means he has less experience than the fucking Dojo Bros, and you think he'll be able to last with us? Who even is he, really? Why has he been giving so much authority here, the ability to give title shots whenever he feels like it? Who the actual fuck is Ton E. Con? Who came up with this cruise show? Are we even all sure that it's not just another Fyre Festival situation and those two aren't just scammers? I wouldn't be at all surprised if Ecclestone has unknowingly become the face of a grift, he seems like the type of fuckwit to do that.

Arthur has been training under some of the most technically gifted minds within professional wrestling currently. Everyone saw last show that he can give AND take a beating. He's ALREADY shown more promise than any other newcomer in the promotion, and he's only going to get better. As for you two?

Well, the only way I see Ecclestone following the Spartan-to-World Champion pipeline is if everyone else on the brand decides to kill themselves. And Slaughter? I give him a few more months before he eventually experiences heart failure and dies from how much he juices up.

It seems like the common mistake that dumb pricks like Ecclestone continue to make is to underestimate just what I'm capable of. Like, the fact that- oh, I don't know- I'm the only former OWA World Tag Team Champion in this match. I'm the most decorated person between the four of us- and Arthur, being a Wakefield descendant, has a bright future ahead of him. A lot brighter than either of you.

You see, this is the cold reality for losers like you, Ecclestone- This is where you'll peak, being remembered as possible the worst Spartan Champion who made a once prestigious belt that a legend like Azumi Goto once competed for…. completely uninteresting. People care more about your wife than they do you, which is because she's hot- and you… you kind of look like a hairless hedgehog in the face. The only movies that you get roles in are the flops Ben Shapiro has directed.

We're here to disrupt the status quo, to take this tag division by force and re-establish it as something great. And the both of you are in our way.

After that? You can go back to disgracing the Spartan title, Ecclestone, and willingly allowing Slaughter to embarrass you at every given turn.

This is a filler arc for us. You're just a small little bump in the road, a couple of insects that we need to swat away. A small chapter in our book towards reaching our goals. Who knows? Maybe one of us will decide to save the Spartan title, because let's be honest, despite Arthur on wrestling for maybe… a week or two, he already is more talented than either of you, who both wrestle like they just completed the first months of training at a shitty school.

Anyways, to sum up the jist of what I'm saying since I figure that Slaughter probably can't understand many words.:

We're going to expose you both as two of the worst signings that Scott Oasis has put to paper. We're sending you off to that cruise show where you'll hopefully never be seen again because it sinks like the Titanic. We're going to wash the stench that you've left this place with and finally make Kingdom just a little more tolerable.

We're going to you as stepping stones.

VaeVictisBD and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2023, 9:28 pm by **Bobby Wheeler**

Nate Cage

Rape Me (Nirvana, 1993)

Why are you doing this? You…you don’t need to do this, mister. I’ll do anything you want, I’ll tell you where you can find it…I…I

You TOOK something from me, didn’t you, you wretched little cunt? You took away something that I hold near and dear to my heart, and without it…without it, I am just a man. Do you know what Noah Krieger thinks of that man? Do you know who he is?

No.

Me neither, and yet I must pretend to care about the little ponce for the week. Now, tell me where it is, or so help me God, I will slit your throat wide open and fuck the wound, my son. I will not ask a second time, give me my property.

It’s just a fucking gas mask!

***SWING***

And now you have an axe in your head, you fucking stupid bastard cunt shit fuckgingkldfndfsdfnldfdfkldvf

WHY THE FUCK CAN’T THINGS JUST WORK THE WAY THEY’RE FUCKING SUPPOSED TO?! PIECES OF FUCKING CUNTING SHIT JUST CAN’T DO THINGS CORRECTLY. WHY DO I HAVE TO FIX EVERYTHING? WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE FUCKING HERO WHEN ALL I WANT TO DO IS TO BE LEFT THE FUCK ALONE?

Why do you fucking bother, Noah? I didn’t make you sleep on ratty dojo floors. I didn’t take the heat from your home and I didn’t ask you to fucking be here. Oh, I’m fucking ignorant, alright. I’m ignorant to what it’s like to be some self-important fuckwit who thinks he deserves to go down in the annals of OWA history after getting a fun little rub from some of the big boys. You wanna be a big boy, Noah? You wanna hang with Jeff X? I made Jeff tap the fuck out when we got in the ring together, you lost your Outlaw Title, which is now in the possession of a fucking WOMAN. It was your responsibility to deliver on your potential and you FAILED. You FAILED!

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY THE FUCK I AM THE WAY I AM? YOU THINK IT’S DELUSION? YOU THINK I AM SCARED OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME IF I FUCKING LOSE?! I’M SCARED THAT THERE WON’T BE ANY MORE SPACE IN MY GRAVEYARD LEFT! I’M SCARED THAT WHEN NATE CAGE TAPS INTO THE DEVIL INSIDE HIM, EVERYTHING THAT NOAH KRIEGER WORKED FOR WILL BECOME THE REPRESSED MEMORY OF A TRAUMATIC EVENT.

I am scared of the fucking…the fucking TIME that I WASTE with your kind. I am scared that after FIVE YEARS of fucking GRINDING, AND GRAFTING, AND WORKING HARDER THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM, I’M ***STILL*** NO CLOSER TO MY GOAL. THAT I HAVE TO SHARE THE RING WITH CURTAIN JERKER, JOB SQUAD CUNTS WHO WILL BE GONE WITHIN SIX MONTHS, WHEN I’M A CONSTANT, A FUCKING ADHESIVE THAT FIGHTS TO KEEP THE WALLS FROM TUMBLING DOWN.

Have you nothing to say besides how hard you work in the ring to be the best? Are you fucking CM Nas? Are you fucking Finnegan Wakefield? Actually, I see why Finn gravitated towards you, because you’re a dime a dozen indie piece of cunt blood with a dream and no hopes of achieving it. I am not a delusional man, I am a man who has seen enough fucking insanity in this business that I know how the game is played better than ANYONE. You think you know pain? Suffering? You just got here, you got your obligatory popular new guy title run, and now you get the Nate Cage match. There’s a fucking cycle to this YOU FUCKING CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT

THERE IS A CYCLE TO IT ALL, YOU CUNT

CUNT

CUNT

CUNT

FUCK YOU, FUCK FUCKING YOU.

I WILL GIVE YOU AN ACID ENEMA AND WATCH YOUR PROSTATE MELT WHILE I FONDLE YOUR SMALL INTESTINE IF YOU FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN.

FUCK

FUCK

You’re losing it, Nate, you’re losing it.

I never fucking HAD it, that’s the problem! First I’m in a cult, then I lead one, then I’m wearing a gas mask, then I’m in whatever the fuck the Blacklist was, then I waste my world title shot, then I get sent to fucking Hell…WHAT IS THERE FOR ME TO HOLD ONTO AT THIS POINT?! ALL I CAN DO IS FUCKING KILL NOAH KRIEGER AND WEAR HIS SKIN AS A JACKET TO MY NEXT GALA. ALL I CAN DO IS DISCONNECT HIS SOUL FROM THIS REALM WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT AND PRAY THAT IT KEEPS YOU AWAY LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO THINK ABOUT THINGS.

What kind of man are you? You hunt the weak, you talk about your strengths, but all you’ve done over the years is disappoint. Your sister surpassed you in every measurable way. Kenny surpassed you in every measurable way-

IT’S THAT FUCKING SCUMBAG SCOTT OASIS! HE’S RESPONSIBLE! HE RUNS OWA! HE’S HAD IT IN FOR ME SINCE DAY ONE! HE DROVE MY HEAD INTO THOSE THUMBTACKS AT VINDICATION! THAT WAS THE START OF IT ALL! I SHOULD HAVE WON THAT MATCH AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT!

It wouldn’t have been fucking different, you would have fumbled God of War, still, you would have fucked up your TV Title reign.

I OUTLASTED EVERYONE! I HAVE STUCK AROUND! NAS IS GONE! TARAH IS GONE! ARIA IS GONE! SCOTT AND KENNY WEAR SUITS WHEN THEY USED TO WEAR ARMOUR! I HAVE CHIPPED AWAY AT THE FOUNDATIONS I PUT TOGETHER AND I AM ***SO FUCKING CLOSE TO REALISING MY DREAM!!!***

Just a few good wins…a few good wins. Put Krieger in the dirt, wipe out everyone in my path…they HAVE to give me that world title match, they HAVE to book me against Jason Long. And I can beat him, I can beat Jason. He’s weak, he got lucky against Bishop. I’m the fucking third revelation. I AM A GOD! I WILL TOPPLE EVERY CUNT IN THE COMPANY AND RULE OVER A KINGDOM OF ASHES IF I MUST! I DON’T CARE IF NOBODY LIVES TO SEE ME BECOME CHAMPION, I JUST NEED TO HOLD THAT BELT UP HIGH AND BE DROWNED IN THE PRIDE I HAVE JUSTIFIED HAVING!

Then why are you so dismissive? Why is Krieger a joke to you? He’s a champion, Nate, like you, he wants this win as badly as you do. Think about the name value you have, think about what this win could do for him, about how much he will sacrifice to put you down.

Is that it, Noah? You want to use and abuse me? You want me to be your little bitch? You want me to stick my arse in the air so you can stuff me up with your cowboy hog? Come on, Outlaw daddy, make me your bitch and see how obedient I can be. Let me curl up at the bottom of your fucking bed at night and whisper sweet nothings as your drift off to sleep, only to wake up to me GETTING A TRAIN RAN ON ME BY EVERY MAN IN THE LOCKER ROOM! COCK AFTER COCK SHOVED UP MY BLOODIED COLON, BECAUSE THAT’S ALL I’M GOOD FOR, NOAH! I’M JUST A FUCKING VICTIM! I’M JUST THE VILLAGE BICYCLE WHO EVERYONE HAS TO HAVE A RIDE ON BEFORE THEY GO ON TO BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS, RIGHT?!

This might be the most self-aware you’ve ever been.

I get it now, finally, I can see the fucking light, hallelujah, how wrong I’ve been this whole time. Turns out I’m not destined to be the best, I’m just destined to be a rent boy to the stars while they make better lives for themselves. How selfish of me not to consider that. How callous, how cruel. I’ve spent so much time thinking about myself that I never thought to spare a thought for the feelings of anyone else.

How do you FEEL, Noah? Do you feel like a big boy because you’re getting ready to throw down with me? Because you get booked against some of OWA’s biggest names? I’ll let you in on a little secret: this place will eat you alive. You will take one too many high-profile losses and become a bitter, cynical piece of shit like me. You will hate your reflection, you will hate feeling your own breath on your arms when you exhale a little too hard, because it is a reminder that you’re still alive and still have to deal with the constant pressures and stresses of performing.

You start with good intentions, you start by trying to perfect every move you can hit in that ring, making sure you’re the most polished performer in all of christendom. And then you’ll hit a wall, a wall that you can’t break through because the people at the top will never give you the tools to make a crack. You will stand at that wall for YEARS, become old, and then a younger, better version of you will come in from behind, riding a wrecking ball and smash it to smithereens. But you are too stunned to join him while he walks past the rubble. Your jaw can’t be picked up from the floor, all you can do is stand and stare, musing on how that should have been you. Well, it’s never going to be you.

Who broke through your wall?

EVERYBODY. Bull Connors, Darkane, Nathan Fiora, The Derelict, Gareth Cason, Jeff X, Chris Sabertooth, need I continue? HAS THE POINT NOT BEEN HAMMERED HOME ANY MORE THAN IT FUCKING CAN BE?!

FUCK

CUNT

SHIT

PISS

THE WORLD IS A FUCKING CUNT! SOME PEOPLE FUCK IT WITH THEIR DICKS, SOME PEOPLE FUCK IT WITH A COMBAT KNIFE STRAP-ON, BUT THEY FUCK IT ALL THE SAME! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ACTION?! WHY CAN’T I FUCK THE WORLD A LITTLE AND PLASTER IT IN FUCKING CUM?!

I’VE BEEN BLUE-BALLED THE ENTIRE TIME I’VE BEEN HERE. THOSE FUCKING COCKTEASE WORLD TITLES ARE A DREAM, SMOKE AND MIRRORS, SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE IT’S WORTH GETTING UP EVERY SINGLE DAY, WEL IT’S A FUCKING LIE! NOAH, DON’T BELIEVE THEIR LIES! DON’T BE SUCKED INTO A SYSTEM THAT DOESN’T WANT YOU, DON’T BE A STATISTIC, BE YOUR OWN FUCKING MAN.

BE YOUR OWN MAN AND DIE AT MY FUCKING HAND. KNEEL THE FUCK DOWN AND LET ME END YOU SO I CAN FEEL ALIVE AND NOT WANT IT TO END AGAIN! I’VE FELT DEATH’S HANDS, THEY ARE NOT THE LOVING HUG OF A MOTHER, THEY ARE THE BALLED UP FISTS OF A FATHER WHO’S HAD ONE TOO MANY BUD LIGHTS.

Do you want to beat him with words? Or are you going to beat him the way God intended?

I’m going to give him scars that he can’t hide. I’m going to ruin the idea of his being. I have to win, have to kill, have to get what’s mine…give it back, GIVE BACK WHAT WAS TAKEN!!

Take it, you fucking pussy.

Lazarus Arjen and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2023, 9:26 pm by **Theodor Pavel**

I Took That Personal.

Four simple words. It drove a nail into the heart of a certain young Romanian every time he heard it. To the untrained eye, it was nothing more than a slogan used in jest. Someone angered a great athlete, they paid dearly for it. That athlete was a man that Theodor Pavel didn’t grow up watching, he had retired long before. Michael Jordan was an influence, though. The Last Dance quickly became his favorite thing to watch. It was so real to him. It wasn’t professional wrestling, it wasn’t professional sports. It was a man who took every challenge as a slight to him. It was a guy that didn’t rely on everyone around him to make a statement, he did it himself. Always challenging the best and exploiting them for being the weak opposition that they are. Pavel’s father was obsessed with basketball, so he heard the legend of the great Chicago Bull. How did that relate to him though? How could he see Jordan and think “I get it now.”? Challenging the best.. Defeating the best when the odds were stacked against him. Suddenly, it was like the veil was lifted. THIS WAS THE TEST.

Despite the downpour from above, Theodor Pavel continued to walk down the street. His apartment was close enough. His view was blinded, not just by his filtered rage and frustration, but sheets of rain that drenched him over and over. It felt like a monsoon was coming his way. Yet, he didn’t fear it. He had dealt with lightning in the past, learning that it was nothing more than a magic trick that mother nature would play on him. Raijin himself couldn’t stop the man from moving. He knew that, how? By experiencing the worst from a horrible individual. Now, a weakened God wanted to play tricks.

“I feel it. Every single rain drop that came those clouds above, I felt it. Every warning given by the thunder from kilometers away, I hear it. What left is there to fear when you’ve looked demons in the eyes? You see no nothing good, just lies. I’ve been fed lies for a long time. Every time I got into a fight, it was always the expectation that I would believe the crap that was pushed on me. I’ve heard it, and I got in there and I fought my ass off against those guys. My record was what was when it was time to fight. Ever since that match with Bishop, I needed a firm reminder of who I am..Nobody would remind me though, they would tell me that it wasn’t my fault. Theodor, you did so fantastic, what a match! You have nothing to be ashamed of. You were screwed over. Misaki would be so proud of you. Morgan would be so proud of you. Jeff X, Jankovic, Graupe, Mantzios, your parents, they would BE SO PROUD OF YOU… Anya would be so proud. Why?

Why WOULD they be proud of me losing? They wanted me to lose? They wanted me to get into the ring and come up short? No, it was an effort that they thought would be worthy of applause. Last I checked, nobody clapped. They didn’t clap when I faced you, Arata. It was a “Star Making” performance, right? I didn’t become a star. I became the guy who almost became one. It was still a loss. No matter of your daughter interfered or not, it was a loss. Each loss, I’m not looking back at them and believing that it was anyone’s fault, and I certainly don’t feel like I benefited from any one of those. No, I came away dejected and asked myself something every single time.. “What do I do next?”. Where would you go from there when the biggest opportunities of your life, you always fell short?

Against you, it was different. How was it different, you ask? Michael Bishop, despite his incredible run as the OWA World Champion, had his shoulders pinned to the mat by me in the past. I didn’t do it with a flashy finisher, I did it by outsmarting him. I did it by seizing an opportunity and making it happen. When I fought Sabertooth, just before interference cost me a title when the lights were on brightest, I put him down after kicking his face in. With you, I never got that satisfaction. I never pinned the great Arata Asakura. I never kicked his face in. No, you escaped when others chose to attack you. You got something out of it, a present that I gave YOU when I saved you from that attack. I wouldn’t change that, but I did something that I know got to you. You got saved by a teenager.. How embarrassing was it to be on your knees in front of the world as a ROOKIE picked you back up?

We’re going to Sweden this weekend, and I can’t think of a better way for you to repay me the favor. Since I couldn’t get the belt off of you, I’m going to get my redemption this way. It won’t be as trivial as you helping me up, because it wouldn’t be worth anything. No, the only way you’re picking me up is by me avenging that loss and taking you down to my level. I want you to feel the way I have felt ever since I fell short of putting your shoulders to the mat. The only redemption you can give me is by elevating me through victory. I will get that win against you, that’s the only result that I see. No pretending that this is anything more. To take the man who put my life in jeopardy for years.. To take that guy who BROKE ME.. To bring him back to the only thing he’ll have left.. Breath in the lungs, a body that will still move, but a beaten one. Defeated at the hands of the guy who pulled up the Shogun to begin with.”

It felt therapeutic to envision such a result. Theodor Pavel scoring a victory over Arata Asakura to finally close the chapter of his life that had haunted him. To avenge himself, to save himself. He didn’t want this match.. The match was worthless unless he had a chance to put something in front of it that was worth the battle. Worth the hill that was needed to die on. No more wars to be pulled into just so he could do his part in saving humanity. He wasn’t a superhero, after all. Heroes died on the battlefield, with only a few partaking in the hardship of surviving it. He lived through enough of that hardship that Arata created.

His walking stopped. As he lowered his head to face the ground beneath him, he felt more rain drop from his hair to his face. Some smartass would tell him to run inside otherwise he’ll get himself sick. There was always that one person foolish enough to tell him the answer to the questions that he didn’t care to ask. He had nothing left. A career that was floundering. A personal life that was in shambles, but he still had a spirit inside of him that was ready to move past all of the problems that was created through his own mistakes. Had he not saved Asakura nearly three years ago, he wouldn’t have been involved in those wars. He would have had a great start to his career. It didn’t happen that way, unfortunately.

“Maybe this is the biggest match of my career. I used to think it would need a Championship attached, but let’s face it. That OWA World Heavyweight Championship isn’t for me, not right now. I can’t be the Champion unless I right the wrongs that were set before me. It wasn’t fate, it was choice, but I know I can fix it. Arata, it will take more than a few kind words and pity to change what you did to everybody. My Frontline brothers might believe you, but trust me, I quit believing in you. I started seeing previous heroes for what they were. Competition.

I grew up before everyone’s eyes in these last three years. A failed marriage, but I still have one person who I want to make proud. She won’t watch this match for obvious reasons, but I want to be the one who goes to her one day and hear the words “I FINALLY watched your match after Mom left. You did amazing! You did incredible! I didn’t know that was the day that you dedicated the rest of your career to make sure I had a roof over my head, food on the table, clothing on my back and heat so I didn’t freeze.” I WOULD HAVE KILLED TO HAVE SOMEONE IN MY LIFE THAT I COULD SAY THAT TOO. I HAD PARENTS, NOT HEROES. I HAD A FATHER, NOT A ROLE MODEL. I WASN’T GIVEN THAT PRIVILEGE, BUT GOD DAMN IT DID I BELIEVE IN THEM. THE SAME WAY I BELIEVED IN YOU, JEFF, BISHOP, RYO, EVEN DAMON…

Two of them, I still believe in. They’re real. They are the ones that I looked at as a young rookie and thought “I want to be them.” You.. Not so much. I had already had my day by saving your ass, and trust me, heroes aren’t worth a whole lot when you have to make THEM look good. The same way I’m going to make YOU look like more than just a freckle on the ass of professional wrestling in Gothenburg. After that match, the only option you’re going to have is to take MY hand..AGAIN, and shake it. I’m not going to sit in the shadow of a guy that I do not respect, but I will make him RESPECT ME.

This is Final Destination to me. Forget everyone outside of the ring who are going to serve as wildcards to the fans. Will they get involved? Will they break out into a fight in order to try and intrude on OUR MOMENT? Those questions have already been asked and it better not happen. Nothing is going to take that moment away. You don’t deserve that any more than I do. You want this settled and a handshake that you’ll probably never deserve? Great, get in the ring with me and find out just what happens when three years of intense regret finally comes to an end. I don’t need MYOJIN, I don’t need Wakefield. I need a victory, nothing else.”

His body began to shake more with each word that was spoken. Every bit of emphasis was driving him into a fit of rage that was going to be uncontrollable if he wasn’t able to keep it in check like he had for three years of this. He needed to calm himself down. In the only way he knew how, he closed his eyes and counted back in his head before he finally was able to excuse the shaking to continue.

“This is that match. Scott Oasis won’t see it as a needle mover, but I don’t really care. That needle was moved any time I had a huge match, and this is a huge match. Worthless to you, but everything to me because this is going to be the step in the direction that I deserve to take. It’s not a game, it’s not just competition. It’s a fight. If there is one thing you know about me, Mr. Shogun. Mr. King of the World. Mr. FORMER OWA Champion.. I don’t lose fights. It’s not just business to me.

I Take It Personally.”

His eyes, loaded with fire, no longer were locked on the ground to avoid rain in the eyes. He weathered storms before and lived to tell about it. Now, he’ll own the storm. He’ll force the storm to repay all of its debt with interest.

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2023, 5:36 pm by Thaddeus

Thaddeus

Finding Meaning in a World of Chaotic Melancholy

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Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2023, 2:27 pm by **Arata Asakura**

Kingdom #2: Battle Scars.

17.02.23 Osaka, Japan

*Arata was well aware that his honest and harsh speech would hurt Theo's feelings. He knew that for young Pavel his words would be as sharp as a knife. However, Arata has always believed that anyone who wants to make a difference in the industry cannot be babysitted. Anyone who wants to be at the top of the mountain, sooner or later, must understand that the wrestling industry is not a dream coming true. It is the darkest depths of hell. A place where you have to find your strongest version of yourself, or you'll never get out of the darkness. That's why he always thought that comforting and looking for the positive in every situation was stupid. He was of the opinion that such things only blinded fools who completely ruined their view of how the world actually worked. Therefore, later, when the security bubble finally burst and they came face to face with reality, they couldn't find themselves a place in the brutality of society. They were overwhelmed by the aggression and injustice of this world. All they could do was grieve for their existence. For Arata, this was a pathetic act, and he was always disgusted when he met such people. So even though he liked Theo very much, he couldn't help it and just shut up. He was sad to see such a young boy ruining his life by being such a weakling.*

*There have been more places than just The Golden Dawn's hideout that have been vandalized. Many of the dojos run by Gaijin Killer were also in a dilapidated state. Whenever Arata had a moment, he tried to visit these places and fix them, but what he was constantly seeing in them was terrible. All the hate pouring out of them was overwhelming, like thousands of hands pinning him to the ground.*

*The shot opens in one of Arata's dojo, which was recently closed due to the devastation of the place. The camera immediately catches the owner of the property, sitting in a cross-legged position. Arata wears black matching track pants, a T-shirt of the same color, and white sports shoes. The man sits rather slovenly, leaning forward and rubbing his face with his hands. There is a bottle of water standing next to him, as well as a piece of cloth. Behind him, there is a wall with a golden dragon symbol. However, it is practically invisible there because of the inscription made with red paint. The inscription that straight up says "Kill yourself, Arata!".*

When I came to this universe, I never expected people to welcome me with open arms. I've never asked to be trusted right away. I understood that everything that happened here definitely affected the psyche of people from the Kingdom. I realized that this face does not bring good memories for them. All they saw when they looked at me was terror, death, suffering and many other horrible things. When they stood in front of me, all they had in their head was the image of a monster that was ready to nuke the entire world to get what he wanted. As bad as it was for me, I couldn't blame them. After all, that was their brutal reality for over a year. For over a year, Arata Asakura was the worst nightmare that could happen to them. This monster killed hundreds of innocent people to make some ridiculous statement. This man has mentally broken many members of the Kingdom roster. This evil incarnate was even so fierce that he did not give Michael Bishop a moment of happiness and sent him straight to the grave. So I'm not surprised you hate him, but I'm NOT him. Even though we have the same name and the same face, we are different people. While I understand that my face brings back bad memories of Gajin Killer, what I don't get is why some people are so stupid to talk about us...as if we were one person. Has he damaged your mind that much, Theo? Have you been so hurt by him that you can't realize something, as simple as that we come from different timelines? In my universe a fucking Golden Dawn wasn't even a thing. I've never killed anyone in my life and yet you are trying to associate me with him. It is fucking insane. But you know what? At first glance, I can see that you're lost, kid. All these events that took place left an incurable mark on your psyche. You have wounds so deep and so painful,that they prevent you from opening yourself to reality. You are completely a human wreck. You're literally one step away from falling apart into pieces.

What exactly do you even want, Theo? OWA Championship? Payback? Relief? I don't think you know it yourself. You want to desperately grab anything to feel alive. But you think an imaginary fight will fix something in your head? I sat for thirty minutes listening to you talk about someone who is not there, Theo. Gaijin Killer is DEAD, kid. He's not coming to Sweden to fight you. In the ring you will not see the monster that has done so much harm to you and your friends. There will be me, someone you initially accepted right away. What changed? Has your own sadness messed with your mind? Or have you been dishonest with me from the start? The matter of the fact is, you pour out your anger on someone who has nothing to do with your misfortune. Well, I'm sorry, Theo, I'm so fucking sorry you had to go through so many terrible things...but you can't expect me to take responsibility for what he did, can you? What have I done, that I should be whipped for a maniac version of me from another universe? I didn't so shit, Theo. If you're really paranoid like Jason and you think it's just another dirty trick, then I simply pity you. I feel sorry for you that you're at war with a corpse. Like it or not, you can't win a fight that doesn't exist. It is a goal as unreachable for you, as the OWA Championship is. Certainly not in the state that you are in right now. So before you start making a big talk about how much you deserve this belt, get your shit together. Get rid of that Stockholm syndrome crushing your brain from every side. Cause it feels like you already lost most of your damn brain cells.

It's ridiculous that you blame me for every misfortune that has happened in your life. Apart from the fact that Gaijin Killer and I have a completely different approach and our lives have taken two different directions from a certain moment. It seems to me that the whole tragedy that happened on the Kingdom became a convenient excuse, Theo. As far as I understand you're hurt...can you actually consider terrorism a reason for failure in your career? After all, The Golden Dawn was running this place for over a year, and you? You've been with this company for three fucking years. What did you do for the other two then? Who are you going to blame for this time? Havoc? Management? Grow up eventually and realize that looking for someone to blame, won't help you. Theo, sometimes it's hard for me to believe that when I'm talking to you, I'm speaking to an adult and not some dumb, naive child. You may be a father, but that doesn't make you a mentally adult man. We all know that by being 'protected' by Bunch, you didn't have a chance to grow some fucking balls. Morgan was supposed to help you, but what did he do? He made you a weakling. Even if you have good technique and a lot of potential, mentally you are in the fifth grade. No wonder you don't understand how this business works. No wonder you'd rather sit on your ass and complain, that someone is taking your chance away from you. Oh boy, we are in the business where everyone wants to be on top. If you are afraid of getting your hands dirty, this is probably not the place for you. If you want a safe space where rules and fair play matter, then maybe go play volleyball or chess. Don't push yourself among the pack of wolves, when you know you're a fluffy little lamb.

Your neuroticism is kind of funny to me. Because you act like you're the only person in the world who has problems. And that's what people around you can't stand. They're tired of you constantly feeling sorry for yourself. Therefore, it's time for you to realize, that Gaijin Killer is not the reason why your relationship with your loved one got fucked up. You're the one who built walls of grief and despair around you. It was you who created the distance between you, regardless of the fact that they also suffered. You may have fought at the front, but do you know how your wife felt? She had to deal with anxiety, that she would never see you again. She was afraid of being left alone with a small child, because her idiot husband decided to follow 'The Boys', while being incompetent to do so. Have you ever thought of her, Theo? No, because your feelings and problems are more important, you fucking egotist.

*Arata takes a piece of cloth and pours water on it. Then he puts a material to his face and wipes his left eye with it. When he pulls it away, to everyone's surprise, a vertical scar appears where he has wiped it, extending across the upper eyelid to the cheekbone.*

You look at me like I am a murderer, while I know exactly what it's like to lose someone dear. This wound is a reminder to me, that I saw all my friends and family turning into one big bloody mess. I had come from a world so terrible, that there was no longer any reason for me to stay there. That's why I decided to correct my mistake and since I couldn't save my universe, I decided to help this one. Because the prophecy, the witch of Odyssey saw, doesn't lie. It's only a matter of time until doom comes to this timeline. And I'm sick of watching constant bloodshed. I'm tired of seeing everyone I like, getting cold as ice.

I want to save them, so regardless of the consequences, I got rid of the Gaijin Killer. Realizing that I will be hated by most of the world, I came here anyway. Because I care about this damn company and all of you people. You think it is easy for me, Theo? There are so many people who don't believe me. They think I am fucking around with them. When I walk on the street they throw garbage at me, they call me names. Most of my dojos have been destroyed, and lovely messages like this one have been left inside for me. I still have to take bumps for what HE did. I keep hearing that I should be fucking dead, but here I am, Theo. I'm here because we all deserve a better tomorrow.

And my words are not just empty statements. Do not forget that I am still blessed by gods and have the power to stop the evil that is coming. Don't forget that even if I don't need it, I have a power with which I could rule the world if I wanted to.

Christopher Sabertooth and Lazarus Arjen have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 11:46 pm by **Dr. Bethany Hastings**

INSIGNIFICANCE

“Oh, no, no, no, this just won’t do... is that really all you have to say to me, Felix? I’m so disappointed. I was hoping for something more from a woman with your reputation. Something a bit more vicious, sharper, incisive. Something to really cut me to the core, and make me bleed a bit. But instead, you’ve served up your usual fare with the cocky casualness of a woman who actually seems to believe she’s untouchable... despite what should have been a very effective reminder from Diantha that you’re not.

Slow learner, are we? I suppose I should allow for a bit of an adjustment period. You’ve been on quite a roll since you came to Odyssey, so I don’t blame you for taking some time to get used to your new downward trajectory. You probably thought the usual provocations and shocking language would have the same effect on me that it does your usual victims, right? Well, then I suppose we’re both disappointed, aren’t we?

Because I’m just not impressed. Oh, sure, you’ve cast quite the spell over the rest of the roster, and the drooling dopamine-fried porn addicts who represent a majority of the viewing audience. Considering the demographics that tune into Odyssey every week, can it really be a surprise you’re given so much slack by Llorona? More than enough rope to hang yourself with, evidently... but enough about that for now. Even the people who hate you seem to be dangerously obsessed with you... which, in turn, makes them susceptible to this whole song and dance that you trot out every single time.

The perfect, the flawless, the beautiful: Felix Hartley. Men want her, women want to be her, is that about the jist of it? I must say that it’s a a convincing performance. It’s no wonder that you’ve got everyone around here fooled... probably even yourself, hm? Unfortunately, I don’t buy a word of it. I can see past your pretty little plastic exterior, sweetheart, to gaze upon the dull, hateful emptiness inside.

You’ve succeeded in dragging every other person on Odyssey down to your level, but I refuse to play that game. You’re not going to get the rise out of me that you do with the others. No ‘fuck you, Felix Hartley, I’m going to kill you, you whore’, and all that tired rhetoric. I always wondered why everyone thought calling you a whore was some kind of insult or attack, when you seem to revel in that very fact. So much for female intuition in the Odyssey locker room, hm?

It’s okay, I promise I’m not offended by anything you’ve said. I have no wild threats or vulgar insults to throw back at you, little girl. Only promises, and facts, and a simple reminder that nothing will be held back when that bell finally rings. You want to talk about personal lives? About insignificance? About a legacy?

What’s your legacy going to be, Felix? I don’t mean a few championship reigns or big wins in the squared circle. Those are meaningless in the long run. What are you going to leave behind when you finally overdose on pills in some skid-row hovel, or get stabbed after bringing the wrong man home from the club, or break your hip trying to relive your youth on the stripper pole at the age of 80? Because that’s what awaits you, whether you’re ready to face it or not. In a few years, you'll notice your looks fading. You’ll try to cling to your youth with whatever surgeries you can afford, but that’ll only serve to make your desperation more obvious. And desperation isn’t a terribly attractive quality, my dear. Your youth will abandon you, and you’ll be left with nothing. You’ll die alone, unloved, and filled with regret.

Don’t believe me? I’ve seen it before. Hundreds of times, if not thousands. You really think your peak is going to last forever, And that is going to be what shatters your mind when you finally realize that it isn’t.

This is the difference between us, Felix. The only thing that matters. You’re going to be forgotten, little more than a footnote in the history of this sport remembered only by sweaty men sitting in their basement apartments and ejaculating to old footage of you. That’s your legacy. Nothing but masturbation fodder for the outcasts and failures of society. Bravo. A life well spent. But me? Not only do I leave my accolades, but my writings as well. And most importantly, my children will carry on my name, ensuring a future for the only thing that truly matters in life: one’s own flesh and blood.

So enjoy your fleeting moment of happiness, Felix. Claw out every last bit of satisfaction you can from your time in the sun. Because night comes for us all. And I don’t think you’re prepared for it.

As far as the situation with Hana goes... you’re right, I’m in no rush to render aid to you fools. And why would I? I had no hand in causing this disaster. And if I did help, what then? What would you learn? I’ve found that it’s best for children to be forced to clean up their own messes. Marie pissed the bed, so she needs to change the sheets. Or you and Jeff, since you’re apparently playing the role of adoptive mommy and daddy to that poor, lost soul.

I won’t deny that my loyal employee assisted me in getting here. Not only was she pivotal in securing my shot at that belt, she also convinced Llorona to hire me in the first place. She’s so very useful, that woman. But then, she owes me for rescuing her from Sheriff Arpaio’s hellhole in Arizona. You see, Felix, I take great care in selecting my allies, and I spend significant time and effort ensuring that they remain loyal to me. And in my debt.

Unlike you, who has – in the span of a few short weeks – surrounded herself with a veritable mob, including some who were your sworn enemies until recently. That hardly seems wise, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and as I said before you are so very desperate these days, aren’t you Felix? It would be so sad, if it weren’t all of your own doing. Your own bad decisions brought you to this point, and no amount of blaming your daddy, or whatever other men in your life failed or mistreated you, will change your own culpability in what you’ve become.

But let’s say you’re right. Let’s say the thugs, monsters and broken toys you call allies are actually as trustworthy as you blindly deem them to be. Well, you’d damn well better hope they are, little missy. Because let me make this very clear, in case there’s been the slightest bit of confusion on the matter: I have no intention of playing by the rules. I refuse to cripple and handicap my own efforts in the name of some imagined moral superiority. If you pay any attention to the news, you’ll see what trying to remain honest earned my party: an election stolen by those who did anything necessary to win. I’m done trying to set some standard for fair play, so I’ll use any means necessary to take what I want from you. And there are so many means at my disposal, you’ve made sure of that by making enemies everywhere you go. I’m not the only person who has a vested interest in the continued downfall and degradation of Felix Hartley, you know.

So if I were you, I’d get on my knees... and not for your usual recreational activities, either. No, bitch, you’d better pray that every single person you’ve come to rely on is there for you on Saturday, because you’re going to need them if you want to come out of this match with everything in full working order. That’s the best you can hope for, by the way, because that belt is coming with me one way or another. Whether you can walk out of that ring or not is just a matter of how quickly your friends rush to tear me off of you... and how nice I’m feeling at that particular moment, of course. But I’m not feeling particularly charitable of late, so I wouldn’t bet on my mercy stopping me.

How can you even focus on our little, singular match, when there’s chaos in every corner of your life these days? Threats lurking in every shadow, questionable friends eyeing you up for weaknesses every time you look away. All these tiny threads, pulling your attention in separate directions. All these little chess pieces moving around your brain, slowing down your thought process. All those nagging worries, weighing heavy on your mind, keeping you awake at night, wearing you down, making you easy prey for someone who’s been waiting for you to stumble. You’re limping now, Felix, and you know what that means in the animal kingdom, don’t you? Easy prey for predators, scavengers, and anything else who wants to capitalize on it. And I want it... I want to be the one who takes from you that last thing you hold so precious, the Sparks championship. The only thing left that’s keeping your name on the marquee in this company. The last bit of glory attached to the Thotyssey brand. Who knew you’d all go from top dogs to bottom bitches so quickly? It really is quite the impressive downward spiral, if I do say so myself.

Ah, well, these things happen. No use fretting over the inevitable, Ms. Hartley. If I were in your position, I’d worry more about locking down whatever pathetic, beta provider would even agree you marry a woman of such ill repute, and then trying as hard as I could to pump out a few mongoloid children out of that toxic womb of yours. If anything up there even works after being abused every night for the past twenty or thirty years.

Now, before you repeat yourself in a flustered attempt to throw my own words back in my face again, let me address the elephant in the room. I did call you the Queen of Odyssey, and I meant it when I said it. Even with recent events working against your favor, you still cling to the throne with every bit of your fading strength. But you seem to have mistaken it as some sort of positive thing, a title to be proud of. Let me assure you that it’s anything but. It’s a scarlet letter of shame for the woman who best embodies femininity that’s been ruined by the desire to satisfy the leering eyes of low-quality men. The woman who represents genuine talent thrown away in the pursuit of cheap thrills and momentary pleasure.

That’s you, Felix.

And who am I? I’m a woman who stands for something greater than herself. I’m the descendent of men and women who came to this country on the Mayflower. The lifeblood of this great nation. My ancestors fought alongside Washington and his men, and forced an empire from these lands. Do you really think the title of ‘Queen’ is something that I attach real significance or respect to? To me, it’s nothing but a target on your head... because I’m a daughter of liberty, and my people were born to overthrow royalty.

So tell me, Ms. Hartley, which of us is really insignificant in the grand scheme of things? Think about it as you sit anxiously on the semen-stained sheets of your unmade bed, waiting for the walls to close in. See you soon... and I’ll be sure to book you in for a therapy session on Sunday. I’m sure you’ll need some help coping with loss after I give you that final push over the edge.”

Sayla and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

study date // odyssey 002 February 16th 2023, 11:44 pm by **Felix Hartley**

The scene opens up in a familiar setting. The lighting is dim and there’s a faint sound of a crackling fireplace. There’s a long, wide, oak desk with a brown leather chair situated behind it, and not too far off to the side is a chessboard. On the mantle of the fireplace are several awards and keepsakes.

She’s wearing a light pink silk robe and a pair of matching Pleaser 6” platform pumps as she takes a self-guided tour through Dr. Hastings’ private study. She slowly glides around the room, the awards on the mantle catching her eye. The grandiose display prompts a snobbish snort and a lazy eye roll from the reigning Sparks Champion.

She walks towards the chess board, smirking as she sees the pieces in disarray. The intrusive thoughts take over, and in one swift movement Felix’s perfectly manicured hand sweeps all the pieces onto the floor below, clearing the board.

“Oops,” she says gently under her breath with a plump smirk.

She makes her way over to Bethany’s desk, gliding her index finger over the surface and rubbing it together with her thumb. Spotless. Classic Type A personality.

She sighs, slipping off her robe to reveal nothing but two light pink pasties in the shape of a heart over her nipples and a matching light pink thong. She takes a seat right on Bethany’s desk, her legs slightly apart towards the camera.

“You wanted to get in my head so bad, I thought I’d help you out, Doc. Come and study me. You don’t have to worry about Leona interrupting us, a few of my Frontline friends came to keep her company.”

She winks.

“I’m not afraid of a little vulnerability. Clearly, I’m not afraid of being a little bit naked. The thing is, Bethany, I’ve been naked all my life. Mentally, emotionally, physically. See, in your line of work you rely on the availability heuristic. The principle that explains all the little shortcuts in our brain that act like templates so that we can easily compartmentalize people's behaviors and assign them characteristics. You can’t figure out how it’s possible that the Daddy Issues Barbie isn’t just a terminally wet pussy packaged inside of a damaged, conflicted, pick-me princess with poor self-esteem, constantly attaching myself to men in the hopes to fulfill a subconscious fantasy where I finally gain the approval of a father figure.

My ‘gimmick’ is usually surface level, right?

Because all that exists in your world is left and right. You see things in black and white. It’s why you can’t comprehend - or have the tools to dismantle - the perfect little slit down the middle which is exactly who I am. It’s one of your many limitations.

You’ve spent months trying to figure me out. You’ve been obsessed with the idea that something deeper exists. You make up a bunch of contradictions just to see where they land, which ones spark anger in me to give you a clue or two. The truth is…

It’s not that deep.

Before I was one of the most successful female wrestlers in the world, I was an underaged stripper. Sexually abused. Fatherless. Raped. Damaged. You might have a PhD, Doc, but I’d argue that out of the two of us, I’m the one doing the field research. In order to make money - in order to survive - I had to become intimately familiar with the human brain. Becoming manipulative. Cunning. Figuring out someone’s innermost desires, fantasies… what their weaknesses are… what they want… what they’re scared of. Whatever lured the dollar bills out of their wallets. Some men just thought they wanted a lap dance but would cry into the crevice between my implants for an hour on a Wednesday. They break easily. People break easily, especially people like you. Wound so tightly, tirelessly running to keep up with a facade just to hide the broken parts of their own identity rather than embracing them.

I have a hustler’s mentality - and not just because I made a really fucking good centrefold. I mean that I was very well on track to be the woman you were hoping to find on the opposite side of the ring as you. The abuse should have broken me. The orphanage should have broken me. The strip club should have broken me. But instead, all of those traumas, those earth-shattering events that would’ve broken the average bitch, simply armored me for a much more intense, hypersexualized, and overindulgent existence.

And that fucking terrifies you.

I am the perfect duality of sex and violence.

It’s why I’m so good at both. Conceptually, the two are similar. Chemically, the two are similar. And they’ve been confused with each other since my formative years. You could say that I have an addiction to pleasure in all of its forms. Many would agree and tell you that I’m a purebred masochist at heart.

Maybe a little bit narcissistic, too.

Why else would I be tightening my grip on the very championship that doesn’t even make sense for me to be holding still? I’ve been catapulted into the world title picture amidst the chaos and yet, I find myself vacationing back here, opening the night with you. It’s because I’m selfish. Greedy. I won’t stop until I’m on top of EVERY tier. Until I can confidently say that I hold both the record for the longest reign, and the most defenses. And that’s where you come in, Doc. My precious little statistic. That is ALL you are. If that were a chess piece, that’s where you’d fit on the board. To serve as the pawn that pads my resume.

You said it yourself. This match is about me, and that’s finally something we can agree on. You thought it was smart to play to my ego, talking about relevance and enjoying my remaining days in the spotlight - and that would maybe be hurtful if it were at all true. Fact is, I haven’t defended this championship since Boiling Point. I haven’t had time. Bouncing between brands, winning the Promethean Chamber, being unpinned for an entire year, teaming with Jeff and Marie and being solely responsible for unifying Thotyssey, Frontline and Hex Girls… I guess I just never have to worry about the spotlight. I never have to worry about relevance. The only reason I haven’t proven that I could stay in the spotlight without a championship over my shoulder is because nobody’s been good enough to take it off of me. All this strap’s been doing while I’ve been busy dominating the pink and yellow brand is forcing me to pay a bit extra to check my baggage at the airport.

It’s always about me. I’m always in the middle of something. I’m always involved. And I’ll never break under the pressure because I feed off of it. I crave it.

It’s either balls to the wall or to the back of the throat - either way, I’m overachieving.

When are you going to come to terms with the fact that your obsession with me runs deeper than you’re letting on? Turn the mirror on yourself, Beth. Why do you hate everything I represent? Sex, success, overabundance, championships, records… You’re suppressed. All you’ve been thinking about for months has been digging your dirty little jagged fingernails into my brain so much so that you’ve barely even mentioned the Sparks Championship which tells me you’re soft-launching the reality that you can’t win it. Hiding your ‘real motives’. Sure, Jan.

It’s a tale as old as the last time Tina Fey acted in it. You want a seat at our table and you tell yourself it’s because you need to know our secrets; why we’re the Queen Bees. You swear you’ll demolish us from the inside. But eventually you get the taste of being cold, hard, shiny plastic and you can’t stop yourself from selfishly enjoying all the power and control that come from running the school. Trying to take out my ‘Army of Skanks’ and anthropomorphize my ‘relationship’ with Jeff, obviously forgetting that two months ago I had the Wolfe twins drink champagne out of my ass… Ain’t nobody here trying to be wife or mom material - just World Champion material. But of course, the woman who believes that our role is to be nothing but a mother, an academic, a submissive wife to fulfill our ‘duties’ to our husbands in the bedroom can’t understand the fact that sometimes two people fighting for the same cause might touch bathing suit parts for fun.

I get it. You’re focused on my past because it’s better than looking at your future. A psychologist who truly believes that she’s utilizing her precious, classist education in a place where she doesn’t fit and is becoming overwhelmingly self-aware of it. Using your book smarts to soothe the sting of loss. The realization that unless your opponent is anything but a rookie, your credentials quickly dissolve into a pool of embarrassment in your exact body shape. Leona, your doctorate, your book sales - all just insurance to pad your ego when something goes wrong. Something or someone to blame. The sudden realization that you can’t pick me apart as easily as you anticipated because there is nothing to pick at; no weaknesses to expose. Saying I have no friends despite unifying half the roster against Havoc is weak. Implying that I am so desperate for love and validation that I’m disillusioned about my future with a teammate is weak. Implying that you’ve employed Presley as if sucking her man’s dick isn’t the only thing I could beat her ass at is even weaker. Implying that For the Minorities are in your back pocket when I’ve already defeated them is even weaker than that. And finally, once again attacking the very sisterhood you so clearly subconsciously crave to be a part of…Despite proclaiming me as the leader of it.

A series of very bold accusations for somebody who’s spark was only recently reignited after one recent win against the kin of Stephanie Matsuda. All that confidence really made you pick up a microphone and challenge me right after that?

My diagnosis, Doc? Despite waiting months to get your shot at the Sparks Championship, you’re still not ready. Maybe I’d be convinced if you were holding one half of the Tag Team Championships over your shoulder, but you aren’t. Maybe I’d be convinced if I wasn’t so fucking confident about you being infinitely stuck in this middle ground of what profession you want to commit to so much that it’s placed a glass ceiling above your head that you’ll never be good enough to break through. Maybe I’d be convinced if you actually did get in my head, and tried embracing your own womanhood and sexuality instead of shamefully hiding it in between pairs of your colour-coded granny panties or between your alphabetized books…”

She seductively uncrosses her legs and traces her finger around the waistband of her thong. She dips a finger underneath the elastic just as Michael Bishop storms into the room–

“We’re read–Jesus Christ, Felix. Do you have any boundaries?” He respectfully turns away and shields his eyes with his hand. “Put your goddamn clothes on before the sleeping giant in the other room wakes up. Car’s running.”

He closes the door. Felix rolls her eyes and hops off the desk, fetching her robe off of the good doctor’s floor.

“It’s a nice office, by the way. Only thing is, now… I have a War Room.”

VaeVictisBD, Bobby Wheeler, Darkane, Rebecca Filth, Lazarus Arjen, Sayla and Dr. Bethany Hastings have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 11:15 pm by **Krysis**

Nothing but Bark

Odyssey LXXXVIII #2

Scene begins with Devi hanging around a Malmö letter sign in Malmö, Sweden.

*Devi Krysis is laughing at Aaliyah Landerson's promo*

Alright, Princess…

Family time is over. Aaliyah what you're doing is your mouth writes checks that your ass can't cash! Pretty sure that El Landerson or your mom didn't tell you that because you've been going on and on about getting my girly hands or tearing me limb from limb, girl please! What I said to you and your family wasn't in disrespect but I guessed that you took offense to my last comment even though you had a great match with Tomomi Shinozaki and lost! And I had a great match against Eleni Angelos and I won! You see, Eleni Angelos is an impressive newbie. She has a good future like you do Aaliyah Landerson. But the way you're acting because I said something about your father El Landerson, do you really think that I ran my mouth on your father, no I had not! I said that Aaliyah Landerson is the daughter of El Landerson and wrestling is her DNA and she's got a good future in OWA, but you are not thrilled about what I said, that makes you stubborn Aaliyah Landerson, I got in your mind rent free *laughing*.

Devi sitting on the chair and drinking water while continuing to speak.[/color]

Look I don't know if El Landerson would tell you not to bite the hand that feeds you, but the way you run your mouth towards me well….that's what the moment you seal your fate. Because I said something about your father? Girl that's petty, that's really petty princess. Now you're just barking at the wrong tree and you gotta get yourself killed because of that. Newbies these days, once they run their mouth to a veteran, the second they get their ass kicked! And that's where you stand Aaliyah Landerson, I don't know if Eleni Angelos takes on all of this. But all I know is that I'm being in the ring against both of you is like lambs to the slaughter because Eleni Angelos I already had a win against you and Aaliyah Landerson just keep on barking like a chihuahua because this 3-way is a survival of the fittest and I'm the biggest woman in this match so you ladies better digged deep and find a advantage or like I said before both of you, you're nothing but Small Fries to me. And once I'm done with both of you I'm looking forward and setting my sights on Championship gold once again!

So Aaliyah Landerson and Eleni Angelos I wish the both of you the best of luck against me in the 3-Way because in this world trust no one and only strong survive in this match.

Devi walks away and the camera fades.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 11:14 pm by **Rebecca Brookes**

THE FIRST OF MANY.
vs. TOMOMI SHINOZAKI; ODYSSEY 001.

Regret followed up with more regret.

I think people really don’t understand how hard it was for me to just fall at the final hurdle like what I did in the Iron Survivor Match. After numerous and countless amounts of attempts made to make some kind of a comeback, I pondered upon what I needed to do. I couldn’t hot shot my way into anything. I couldn’t just step up and act as if I belonged inside of any picture right now. The roster has been stacked beyond comparison lately and there’s nothing else to accomplish. So, the question remained. What was truly left for me? What is actually left for someone like Rebecca Brookes who has crumbled under all of the pressure put in front of her, who has turned sour at every turn she’s made, who has fallen under everyone and has yet — YET — to pick herself back up again?

I have no answer to that question, I really do not. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks, if not months, trying to figure out something for myself and yet, I come up empty handed every single time. Without fail, might I add. So, I’m left with nothing. Some people think that might be a fair advantage but not me, I feel like I’m at my lowest ever. I’m at the crossroads of my career with this one. I’ve started from the bottom and I’ve got nowhere to go. This is where we are in my career, Tomomi. I’m back at square one. I’m sure someone like you is very excited to face me but I’m not the same woman from many moons ago who had all of the world in the palm of her hands. I’m not the same Rebecca who has everything seemingly set for her future. You’re facing a much weaker version of me that I’m not even sure can stand up against you.

But, I will try. I will do my best to give you what you need. And maybe I can begin a better example for myself when defeating you, Tomomi. Just don’t take this wrongly when I try to pull out every trick under the book to make it happen, okay? Good. Let’s make some new humbled beginnings.

Sayla has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 11:05 pm by **Violet Cunningham**

Remember My Name

Oh, Alyssa. You’re so cute when you’re upset. Lashing out as hard as you can, screeching about my lack of credentials, how little I’ve done, all of that fun stuff. It’s sweet, really. What amuses me the most is this whole “Cloud City Vader” thing you’re trying on Marie. I never latched onto her, she and I work together. But you wouldn’t know that, given the clear lack of equality in your partnership with Liz. Sounds to me like you’re projecting, after all, what has Liz done for you?

Another thing you should really ask yourself is, if I’m competing up here with you, and yet I’m not a dangerous competitor, how embarrassed will you be when I dump you headfirst on the canvas, roll you up for an easy three seconds, and make those tag title belts interesting with the ring of a bell? You can ponder it now so you’re prepared for when the reality hits you.

Maybe your career isn’t dying, or maybe you’re deluded. All I know is, dying or not, people are really tired of you and your bullshit. This last ditch attempt at relevancy after several meaningless “defenses” will be a stiff reminder that, regardless of experience, you can still get your ass kicked. The best part is, you came to us.

Finally it dawned on you, paper champions with meaningless matches to pad out your fragile egos, that maybe facing real competition is the way to go. Unfortunately, this match will be your last as champions. I don’t care about whatever strategy you have in mind, it’s not going to save you. Now that it’s just you and us, people will see who the real champions are.

I’ll remind you again. I’ve been within touching distance of gold since I arrived, and while I have none yet, I’ve not been pinned nor have I been submitted. I haven’t been bested, and you certainly will not be the ones to do it. Marie won the Outlaw Championship in spectacular fashion, truly a worthy opponent, but not for the likes of you. You aren’t fit to lace her boots, and you’re the veteran. Pathetic. The only reason I have yet to reach that level isn’t because of my skills or my attitude, but those things will be precisely what allows me to take the only thing you have that people care about. Then we can all move on with some likable people holding the belts.

If the pair of you had two brain cells to rub together, perhaps you’d be a bit more prepared for this match. Yet it’s abundantly clear you don’t care, it’s just another fight. You can’t claim the belts mean anything to you if you don’t care about what it took to earn and keep them. You lie through your teeth, about your skills, your confidence, your teammate, and it’ll all come crashing down on Saturday. Marie and I are going to run through you both. Once we’re in the ring together, stop a moment and listen. Listen to the deafening roar of thousands of spectators, eager to see Bad Meets Evil rid them of The Pair of Inevitable Victims.

After that, taunt me about my career. Laugh at my lack of achievements here. Tell everyone about The Reaper, Violet Cunningham, who had nothing but still beat you, who meant nothing to you and still took you down. This isn’t your story, Alyssa, it never was. Ever since you two first became the champions, it’s been leading to this. You were an experiment, checking to see if there would be any interest in a Women’s Tag Division. Now it’s confirmed, time to put the belts on those they really want to see.

You and me, we’re on different levels. When that bell rings, we’ll see who’s better, and this time there won’t be any interference from another team. Just you and us, as it was meant to be. These words I speak are not reckless, they are not ill informed. I’ve faced you, we’ve faced you, and looking into your eyes I see now exactly what I saw then: Fear.

You knew from the start who would beat you both. As soon as we all faced down, it was clear as day to all of us. It starts with us, and it ends with us. 200 days ago, people were bored of you. After this Saturday, they’ll finally be able to forget about you.

Talk about the call of the ravens all you wish, for it’s not our corpses they come to feed upon. You take these words and phrases and twist them to your own demented fantasy, but this realm you walk through belongs to us. This isn’t your world anymore, Alyssa. You and Liz are relics, destined for a museum. For your own sake, just accept this loss. We wouldn’t want to break the new exhibits now, would we?

I was originally looking forward to this simply because you both need a lesson in manners, now I’m positively salivating at the idea of sinking my teeth into another deluded bastard stupid enough to underestimate me. My record may not be noteworthy yet, but in the end you’ll be nothing but a footnote on it.

I am The Reaper. I am one half of Bad Meets Evil. I am the devastation waiting to burn your home down around you, the oncoming storm you shy away from. I am Violet fucking Cunningham, and after this you’ll have no choice but to remember my name.

Bobby Wheeler, Sayla and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 10:28 pm by **Sayla**

Ruri Kuzunoha sat down on the step of the Arbetets Ära statue deep in the heart of Malmo, Sweden. Malmo was going to be the home for this week’s edition of Odyssey, but Ruri had arrived a couple of days early, mostly so she could have a bit of time to explore. It was cold, colder than it was when she was in Ireland two weeks prior but luckily Ruri came a lot more prepared than she was last time, bundling herself up now for her trek across the Scandinavian city in a thick black and white striped winter coat and matching scarf. Ruri leaned back against the oxidized statue and sat there for a moment, taking a break from her walk before eventually lowering the scarf and speaking.

“I’ve had a while now to think about everything that had happened during both Odyssey and Kingdom, and the more that I think about it… yeah no… nothing really has changed. I’m still fucking pissed off! Yeah sure, I may have said to Rin that I know what I’ve got to do, but that doesn’t mean that I have got to like it! No, in fact it makes me sick to my goddamned stomach knowing that I am forced to swallow my pride, and be this obedient little pet or have my body burst like a water balloon against a brick wall. Do any of you actually think that I wanted this? That I enjoy the fact that I am forced to do whatever it is that Rin or Havoc tells me? No. And do you actually think that I wanted to go out there on Kingdom two weeks ago, try to help Rin and For the Minorities win their street fight, to not only get made a complete fool of, but also get ass kicked by half of the Odyssey Roster and Jeff X? Fuck No. I hate every single part of this!”

Ruri exclaimed before pausing. After a second, she lets out a small snicker before winking.

“By the way Rin, good job out there, we’re really putting our best effort forward to make sure that we look good for Havoc… go team~!” Ruri said, rolling her eyes. “Speaking of our gracious overlord, where were they, Rin? Oh wait no, that’s right… they don’t care. This deal between you and Havoc isn’t mutual at all. You give Havoc a minion to boss around, and exploit, but that’s it. There is no return on the deal, because Havoc ain’t going to help you bring The Golden Dawn back to whatever prominence you think it deserves… Nah… you’re trapped just like me, and you’re too arrogant and stupid to realize it.” She sighs before she lowers and shakes her head, causing hair to droop down over her face. “Whatever. I just gotta keep on moving forward, that’s all I can do right now. Just focus on whatever is in front of me, and eventually I’ll find a way out of this bullshit.”

Ruri looked up and brushed her hair from her eyes, resting it behind her left ear before she continued.

“And what’s in front of me now is this Saturday, when we have our match against Dani Fatale and Cassie Wu… or I guess they’ve decided to call themselves Sleepytime Guerrilla Punk in the time since last Odyssey… Hey, I ain’t gonna give them flak for their team name; I mean it could be worse, y’all could have put Dawn in the name somehow… it seems to be popular among tag teams in this company… but no, the name fits the two of them… I like it.” She shrugs her shoulders. “It still doesn’t matter, a cute name does not a tag team make. But then again, neither does being forced to make one with the Junior Tyrant herself.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’ll admit you guys have that up on me and Rin, cause at least the two of you like one another, and have the actual desire to compete in the tag division. But that’s fine, because as much as I hate this entire situation, at least I know that Rin is in the same boat I am. The two of us have to go out there on the eighteenth and win this match against the two of you, or else we may not get another chance to go to the ring at all. And that is what is going to make me and Rin more dangerous than any of the other established tag teams on Odyssey. Because our literal lives are gonna be on the line every night we compete now, so the two of us are forced to step up our game in the ring. Everyone here wants to see what made me a threat before coming to OWA, well I guess I’ve got no choice but to show the two of you… even though every time I had been given the chance on my own, I’ve taken the very best in this company to their limit… go ask Hana, she’ll tell you if she’s lucid enough. Tch.. whatever.”

She rolls her eyes, ending her quick aside. She takes a second to breathe in, before swallowing.

“Like I said, I’m swallowing all of my pride, and it makes me sick. But if I’m going to make it out of this alive, I’ll have to suck it up. I keep saying I need to keep moving forward, because if I don’t keep saying it, I’ll never be able to convince myself otherwise. If you think I don’t care about this match just because I don’t like the fact that I have to be in it, you’re wrong because I have to care. Rewind this, and my last promo and just listen back, because I’m not going to repeat myself again just to tell you why…”

She looks down at herself for a second before raising her head back up.

“In the end, I’m just trying my best to find a way out of this… or die trying. Meanwhile, Rin is going to keep trying to beat her dead horse expecting it to get back up and carry her back to whatever future she thinks is still going to happen.” She shakes her head in disgust and pity. “Look, this may be the understatement of the century, but me and Rin are not a real tag team, and I doubt that we ever will be one. But on the eighteenth, me and her are not going to let the two of you get your first win in the Women’s Tag Division at our expense. The two of you may have clicked, and become fast friends in the past few weeks, and that’s fine… but I don’t give a shit about that and neither does Rin. That bond between you isn’t going to be enough, because you’re going up against two cornered kitsunes, one who backed herself into it, and the other who got thrown there… but either way no matter how me and Rin got here, we’re going to have to fight our way out of it just to survive.”

Ruri says, before pushing herself up. She steps off the statue back to the ground and walks away…

VaeVictisBD, Jeff X, Lazarus Arjen, Rin Asakura and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 10:24 pm by **marielacorriveau**

Sympathetic Magic

Knock

Knock

“'Osti, I thought I’d trained you to shut up.” Marie mutters, not looking up from the dusty tome in front of her. She drags a finger along the yellowed page, tracing an infernal diagram. “Now that I’m busy, you rear your ugly head again, hein?”

Thud

“It’s basic cosmology.” She says sharply. “Demons can be stopped. They can be bottled, bound, and directed to a user’s will. I’ve done it. I know you did it, once upon a time. The way Havoc has… melded with Hana. The way it seems to have… I don’t know what to make of it. But just because I don’t know the answer, doesn’t mean the answer isn’t there, madame.”

And if there is no answer, become the answer.

A mantra of her own design. Hope distilled into a single phrase, looping in her mind.

Scratch-scratch-scratch-SCRATCH-

“Yes, madame. Yes, I really believe I can, yes, I have what it takes to defeat the threat, take the tag belts, and do what has to be fucking done. What, are you Alyssa’s best ghoulfriend now? Taking tips from her on how to wear me down? Asking me if my goals are realistic?”

She slams the book shut.

“Are they realistic? You’re looking a witch in the face and asking if her goals are realistic? Are you fucking kidding me, Alyssa? I’m not a straight C student looking up at McGill with big eyes hoping to be let in, I’m not a lotto addict staring at the Keno screen at the convenience store, I’m a fucking force of nature. It wasn’t realistic for a team with two women to do what we did on Kingdom, but who got the pin over their tag team champs? Felix won the match for us, but who else made a pin that night? Right, me. And no matter how much shit you feel like talking, no matter how much you want to devalue the belt I’ve got, it happened. I’m not going to get into a my belt could beat up your belt back and forth with you, because it’s childish, it’s boring, and now we’re both standing here disappointed because we expected better.”

“Except you’re disappointed because I still have hope for the future, and I’m disappointed because I remember you acting like a person.”

“Tabernak, you’ve had such an extreme 180 on your personality that I’m starting to wonder if I ever actually had a match with you. You went from someone I was proud to share a ring with to a rock em sock em robot - it’s all just fights to you, right? Just winning, just for the sake of it, the fight is all you have because you made the choice to ignore the threats around us and puff up like nothing matters except what you can add to your record. We’re all ants, smashed on the pages of Alyssa Grace’s story, but you never once stopped to ask if the rest of us might stop reading and close the book.”

“I can’t make you care about things outside of yourself, your hubby, and your buddy Liz. It’s not my job to go down on my knees and beg you to be the person you used to and could be. As much as I’ve wanted better from people, as much as I’ve tried to be the kind voice in the Odyssey locker room, I’m not here to fix anyone. Not you, not Liz, not Felix or Rebecca Filth, I’m not here to hold your hand and ask you why you’re like this or what I can do to make it better. This is a smash and grab, not a therapy session, we can have a sit down with a nice cup of forager’s tea and a cozy blanket after I’ve planted you on the canvas for a tight three and taken your fucking belt.”

“And with all of that, all of your gospel of self interest, you say that me trying to do more than look out for number one is a savior complex. Is it a savior complex to answer a call, Alyssa? Do I have delusions of messianity because I don’t turn my back on the world and live in a sweet little bubble of just me? Actually, I’m going to answer that for you, obviously fucking not. If you want to be philosophical about it, witches are part of all things, the ultimate sympathetic organisms, part of the world to the bitter and brutal end - it’s not in my blood to shut out reality and sit too cool in my parlor with a pretty young thing, Alyssa. If we want to put philosophy and metaphysics and the warm and fuzzies aside, we’ve got two big literal practical problems on our plate, both in belts. I’m not going to hide from either of them, just like I’m not going to hide from you. Savior complex.”

Marie spits out the last words like a piece of rotten fruit.

“Spare me the moralizing Little Orphan IRA, your “just a fight” philosophy made you blow a bitch up with a car bomb just because you were pretty miffed to have another big fish in your pond. That was before Hardcore Havoc, so your “that fight changed me, I’m different now, this is all fresh and new!” shit doesn’t really hold water from where I’m standing. You haven’t been combusting, you’ve been melting down, and it’s been happening for a while now - there’s a big difference, because one just kind of bums people out to see. It sure bums me out. So now we’re really both disappointed, and with me, it’s not some haughty posturing about how I expected more clever sass, I’m actually disappointed. I’m disappointed in you, I’m disappointed in this fight, I’m disappointed that you’re not here with us on this, and I’m really disappointed that you thought it would give Violet or I pause to spout the oldest line anyone has ever thrown at a tag team. You’re the better one, why don’t you go off on your own? Why not reach new heights alone? Because I believe in Violet. I believe in the Hex Girls, I believe in Bad Meets Evil. I have love and pride and passion for what we have built together. If you have that little loyalty for the people close to you, Liz better be watching her back, because I’m really curious how you’ll start to see her when you two lose your belts to us. Will you throw her aside the way you suggest I throw away Violet? Back then, I would’ve said no way. Not Alyssa. Now… fuck if I know.”

“If I have a savior complex, at least it hasn’t stopped me from reaching across the aisle. I’m not smiting sinners for my own ego’s sake. You may be surprised by my “new friend” Felix, but if you’d been paying attention, you’d know that I’ve been able to put shit aside and be cool with her before this. I opened a line to the other side for her, Alyssa. Fighting beside her isn’t that much of a stretch, especially considering what we’re all up against. Do I believe what I’m saying?”

Marie snorts, like the question was enough to offend her. “Yeah, Alyssa. I do. I believed it six months ago. I believed it last week. I believe it now. Faux revolutionaries. What right do you have to call me a faux anything, Alyssa? What’s your reasoning? Show your work. Is it just because you decided to stop believing in anything? Because you looked around after Hardcore Havoc and said, yeah, fuck it, I’m just here to throw hands? Because you thought about it for a second and landed on “Fuck John Donne, I actually am an island entire of itself - bell, what bell?”. Sorry, was that over your head? You like to dredge up intellectual bullshit from time to time, so I figured I’d match your energy.”

“I get that you had other things on your plate during Hardcore Havoc. It really wasn’t fair to put you in that handicap match, but forgive me if this conversation is leeching out any motivation I had to empathize with you. So you didn’t actually watch my match. Totally cool, fine by me, but, uh… if you had, you’d know that I actually did have it won.”

“But how could that be? She says, dialing up the network. Well, cherie, I’ll tell you. I had the briefcase in one hand, and with it, a shot at gold that I didn’t ask for, against the champion who, remember, at the time, was still Banshee. So I could do one of two things, either challenge my sister, or be a spoiler for months keeping someone else from taking their shot. Neither is really my style. And at my feet? In the perfect spot for a chasse-galerie? The bitch I needed to teach a lesson. Was my choice the smartest? Not if it’s all just fights, no. If it’s about something more? Honestly, maybe not then either. But you can’t say it wasn’t fucking spectacular. So I took a shot at immortality, hardway. I’m not going to be ashamed of that, because even while trying to pull-"

She stops for a second, a name that isn’t Chris’s on her tongue, but she can’t say it. She promised.

“Pull my people through this alive, I am still the one to call when you want something batshit crazy done from an elevated position, Alyssa. And I won’t apologize for or be ashamed of putting on a show that everyone in that arena will remember. I didn’t demand a match with Diantha, I didn’t ask to be going for the briefcase, I was attacked, from behind, brutalized, and challenged, so I made a point. Maybe that’s what doesn’t make sense to people here, hein? How does Marie always find herself in these positions, why is she always so close to glory? She doesn’t storm into Llorona’s office demanding title opportunities, she doesn’t throw challenges around, unlike… well, you said it yourself, you came to us. So why is she always there?”

“Some people chase glory. Some people answer the call, and the rest comes with that answer. If the answer to all of these questions, to Havoc, to Diantha and FTM, to who’s going to be the one to bring Alyssa Grace back to the world, isn’t out there, if there’s no one to tell us, then I will become the answer. If you had more lofty aspirations before… well, we’ve established that your timeline is bullshit, so let’s just say before, then you and I have switched places pretty neatly. Because when I signed with OWA, all I wanted was to put on a show. All I wanted was to light up one of the biggest stages in the world with what I could do, and then I met Violet, and Banshee, and what was just making people love me because I could do a wicked chasse-galerie off the top rope turned into something more. Difference is, I can do both. I can accomplish the unimaginable with a sick flip off of whatever’s highest, while you’ve given up on anything but breaking arms.”

“In the waterfall of bullshit you decided to spew, one thing stands above, more idiotically, obscenely wrong than all of the rest. You and Liz have my full attention. If you’re the knife at my chest, we’re the one at your throat. No man is an island, Alyssa, and do not ask for whom the bell tolls - it tolls for thee, and come Saturday night? I’m the one ringing it.”

VaeVictisBD, Bobby Wheeler, Lazarus Arjen and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 10:08 pm by **Tomomi Shinozaki**

2023 has started off with a huge bang for me. I am going into this week with... Get this... A WIN STREAK! I know it's only 2 matches, but I'm proud of myself. This is closer to the vision that I had when I first joined OWA, and I don't plan on stopping now. Last time I went to that ring, I battled it out with Aalyah Landerson, and she put up a good fight. But at the end of it, I stood their with my arm raised in the air. I am going to carry this momentum as far as it can go. Things have just gotten so much better, and I'm finally realizing that I can do this. I don't need anyone patting me on the back, saying that I can. I don't care if other people start saying things to try and knock me down, because I have gone out there and I have done what I have said what I was going to do. Now, all I need is consistency and you will start seeing exactly the true form of what I'm supposed to be. 2023 is my year, it is the year of Tomomi Shinozaki, and there is no one that can stop me. The only thing that can stop me from being great is me. A mental block is the only thing that can derail what I have going on here. But I'm not going to let it ever get to that. I am confident now that I have what it takes to make it here. It was a rocky start but at this point, the world is my oyster... Which I've never really understood why that was a turn of phrase for saying you can do anything, but here I am saying it. I don't know what to say, I'm just giddy at this point. I know the doubters and naysayers will say that I should calm down, because I beat this person, and that person, and blah blah blah, but honestly? I don't care. Everyone around here is always trying to tear each other down, I'm just not a part of that stuff. As long as I focus on me, and don't listen to the outside noise, I'll continue to be successful. Because if you want to be let in on a little secret about these mean girls? Half of them aren't even as talented as they let on. The secret to their success is nothing but mind games, and making their opponent make a mistake. They capitalize off of the ones that don't have a clear head on their shoulders. They make them so mad, that they lose their game plan. They throw everything out the window, just for the chance to embarrass that person. And oftentimes, they make a mistake, and that's that. So I will not be subscribing to being bated by anyone. Go on, you can try, but I am a stone-cold fox... No, wait, is that what I meant? *checks phone, and a shocked facial expression comes across her face* Nooooooo definitely not what I meant... That means something else, something completely different, ew ew ew ew... I meant killer. I meant I'm a stone-cold killer... I mean I won't kill you obviously, but I won't show remorse! Ok, I'll show remorse like after the match, but I am going to do whatever it is I need to do to be successful here, and I will be successful here. ANYWAY... I've finally turned things around, and I'm not going to stop here clearly. I have another tough match-up though, and I am uber-focused on that. I don't want to get too big for my britches and think that I have EVERYTHING figured out, because being tooooo confident can also be detrimental.

So hello Rebecca! This honestly might be the biggest match of my life. Sure the match with Felix was big, but this one, I don't know it just feels different. You are a former champion in this company, you have proven just how good you are, and can be. But now? You find yourself in a somewhat similar position to me. And with those words leaving my mouth, it sounds ridiculous. How can someone that has found success like you, be compared to me? Well, just the fact that it does seem like you've fallen on some hard times. I came into OWA as the best prospect out of my wrestling school. It's a much different scale obviously, but to me, that meant something. I came in here, and it didn't go the way that I exactly wanted it to. So I can see the similarities. You yourself were one of the hottest rising prospects on the brand. You brought an end to Alyssa Graces' legendary Goddess Championship reign, victories in many major matches, only for it all to crescendo with you becoming the number one contender to the OWA Undisputed Championship. But you lost that match, and now you don't know where you're heading. Once a great champion, now lost in the shuffle seemingly, because the one thing that you really wanted, you couldn't get. All of this of course didn't happen overnight. Week by week, it all just seems to be going a different way. So what happened? It sounds like you are under the impression that you place most of the blame on authority figures, or at least you used to. Now you realize that everything that you have failed at, is because of you. Much like every single negative outcome that I've had has been all on me. I can't blame anyone for any of my failures. Which has actually made my wrestling better. And I assume with your changed outlook your luck will start getting better as well. With all the failures that you suffer, I assume it makes you that much better, that much more dangerous. I for one understand what it's like to fail, and I also know that making those mistakes lets you learn best of all. I know, I know, I have relatively no success here in OWA, while you have had major success. Who am I to talk to you about anything like this? No one. But, I do hope the best for everyone, because when everyone is at their best that's when the wrestling is at it's best. Most of us are hungry for wins, for success here, but the people that have already found success, tend to trail from what got them here. Truthfully that's why veterans probably get lost in the shuffle. They just can't seem to find that passion that they used to have, because they already did it. Nothing feels as good as the first time. So, judging by the words you said at the last Oydssy it would appear that you have some sort of plan. A plan to get back on track and you are planning on using me in order for you to achieve this. You want to be the girl that has everything to prove, but I am that girl that still has everything to prove. You're just going to play the part, when I'm the living breathing real deal thing. I don't want to be, but that's just the bare-bones truth. This is a huge opportunity for me, and not so much for you. You beat Tomomi Shinozaki, and what does that do for you? I'm just a no-name rookie that came from Japan, and has yet to get her feet planted. But me? I beat Rebecca Brookes ex-champion in OWA? Well that means something. That means a whole lot. As a matter of fact I think that would put me right in a position to move up in this company.

You're motivated, and that's great, but there's no way you can touch the fire I feel inside of me. The burning desire to be great, to put my name up with all the greats that ever existed. The problem is, I'm at the bottom of the totem pole. Most look at me, and say that's just a pipe dream. But the reality is, one win, and anyone's luck can change, and anyone's career can change. You want to start at the beginning, remember who you once were. Well then let's do that then. Two rookies going at it against each other in the middle of the ring trying to prove themselves. Let's throw away all your accomplishments, and let's throw away all my accomplishments, of which clearly there are many... Like just so many accomplishments. I can't even remember all of them, because, just so many accomplishments that I have. You wanted to drop to the bottom of the card, well I guess here you are. With me, the loser of OWA! You come all the way down here to lose, how pathetic would that be? Nah, you'll be fine. You can stop pretending that you're building yourself back up whenever you want. This company believes in you, you've won titles. Meanwhile me? This isn't me pretending, this isn't me having the luxury to go up against newer talent to make myself look better. I actually have to still prove myself, and with a loss to you, nothing changes. But a win? Doesn't matter if you're pretending to be a nobody or not, this is going to look really good for my career. Like I said, for the first time in my career here in OWA I'm on a winning streak. Next step is to beat an opponent with some name power. You came down here to the bottom to pick up some easy wins, to get some confidence under your belt. But what happens when the easy pickings that you're trying to get, wind up biting back.. And not only biting, but clawing, scratching, and start beating you? Hopefully you know what you're doing... Because this whole thing might just wind up backfiring right in your face.

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 10:03 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

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GREAT EXPECTATIONS, GREATER EXAGGERATIONS.
MALMO, SWEDEN.

By now I’m genuinely convinced that there’s some kind of obligation for every woman in this company to hyperfixate on the alleged death of my career because every individual I’ve encountered in the past six or so months has said the EXACT FUCKING SAME THING, I fucking wish that were hyperbole. I get it, you all think I’m washed up, you all think I don’t belong here and that I was never as good as what people made me out to be, that’s fine, you’re entitled to your opinions but it’s like no one cares enough to even remotely try anymore. Does this not get boring for you all? Repeating the same old shit even when proven wrong? Hell, I could defeat this entire company blindfolded, with one hand tied behind my back and the next day I’d still hear ‘lol you fell off’ coming from people who never even have the chance of being remotely ‘on’. I think that says a whole lot more about the rest of the Odyssey locker room than it does about me. What makes me laugh is the genuine lack of legitimacy to the accusations that even people like Violet Cunningham are comfortable making about me. I’ve never been one to shy away from my defeats and what they have done to me. No one likes to lose, we’re all in this to win and whilst unfortunately someone always has to lose, that someone is rarely me and one look at the archives of this season will fucking prove that. But no one actually pays attention to what I and Liz do, do they? Of course they don’t, because reality doesn’t align with the nonsensical pictures painted of #TPOIV in their minds. At first, I was fine with that, certain aspects of this business never change and that’s one of them, people will do anything to try to alter reality to fit their twisted narrative, they’ll double down when proved wrong and make an idiot of themselves and that’s all well and good because it’s rather enjoyable seeing people fall straight on their ass from a poorly constructed pedestal they’ve crafted for themselves to balance on. But now, I’m bored. And I’m ready to do anything to rid myself of this feeling.

So Violet, congratulations, you’ve been noticed.

I can almost bring myself to understand why people with even modicum amounts of success here make the decision to talk recklessly to me and expect to get away with doing so unscathed because what they say is true, power can drive anyone insane but you Violet? You’re a special case and I don’t mean that to be complimentary. I’ve reached the point in my career where all I need to do in order to receive recognition is show up but I’ll never expect you to be able to relate to that. I can guarantee that I’m not the only individual who completely forgot about your existence and I’d very much like for it to return to that way. In order for you to be noticed Violet, you have to latch yourself onto Marie and The Banshee, whilst neither individuals can be placed into the GOAT conversation just yet, both women have at least accomplished something here, and for reasons I fail to understand, they’ve both been kind enough to show you pity that you don’t deserve and allow you to be in their already dim spotlight, further tarnishing any form of reputation they’ve worked hard to build for themselves in the time they’ve been here, you drag them, especially Marie, all the way down and the sooner they realise that, the better. Describing you as average or labelling you as unoriginal would be bestowing too much praise upon you. I was only kidding when I mentioned that you should end your life previously but now I actually mean it. It’s not like anything would change around here, Marie wouldn’t even notice or care, she’d be too busy scissoring Felix to even devote a second of her time to you and it’d mean that I’d be forced to listen to one less self proclaimed know it all, the positives certainly outweigh the negatives. Despite your efforts, it’s still not enough for anyone to remember you as anything more than the tall one. That’s all you are and that’s all you’ll ever be. You’ve had opportunity after opportunity to prove otherwise and what have you done? Nothing. Jack shit. Nada. How embarrassing for the likes of you, to be bested and upstaged by an (apparent) barely functioning substance abusing piece of shit who relies on those around her to take care of even the most basic of human needs. Imagine how embarrassing it’ll be to have your ass beat all over Sweden by the exact same disgrace of a human being.

Oh.. wait, you won’t have to imagine.

If you spent less time rotting away in a basement and more time paying attention to the things occurring around you, you’d know what these titles mean to Liz and I. For the past 179 days I have been incredibly vocal about how highly I value being in the position I am in, sure, when we won these titles, adding another first to my record was the cherry on top but that’s all that was. If I was merely looking to stat pad and nothing more, I wouldn’t have put as much effort into this reign as I have done. I wouldn’t have insisted to defend alone at Hardcore Havoc, I wouldn’t have even bothered to have one successful defence, if I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here. But here I fucking am, teeth bared, salivating at the thought of tearing into another deluded bastard. And actually, let’s take a few steps back and discuss the events of the Game Over event. On the 21st of August 2022, Liz and I made it crystal clear that we were going to do anything and everything to receive the honour of being the first ever OWA Women’s Tag Team Champions, and what did we do? Exactly that. If the roles were reversed Violet, would you and Marie ‘take the easy way out’? Yes. You would have. Quit pretending otherwise. A win is a win but then again, neither of you are overly familiar with what it’s like to be a victor. Whatshername1 and whatsherface2 were very clearly the weakest link in our match up, but they still had a part to play and they played it beautifully. Berating Liz and I for the choice we made in the heat of the moment almost 200 days ago has done nothing but expose the inexperience and inability to actually have a ‘do whatever it takes to win’ mentality that Bad Meets Evil has, why they’re choosing to take a moral high ground that doesn’t exist is beyond me but it wouldn’t be fair of me to judge how lesser competitors choose to cope with accepting the crushing fact that it doesn’t matter how good they may become over time, it pales in comparison to what The Power Of Incredible Violence are, have always been and will always be.

We’re in this position because Liz and I came to the two of you. Not the other way round. If that isn’t proof that we want to be the best fighting champions possible, I don’t know what is. When the challenge is too afraid to approach us, we approach them, we drag them, kicking and screaming into our realm and we prove why they were right to be afraid all along. This sadly isn’t a case of where if you repeat something enough times it’ll either come true or people will buy into your words. Not all wishes come true and Liz and I are happy to serve as painful reminders of that fact.

So my dear sweet pile of walking, talking wank, why don’t you try to build yourself a career before you begin believing you’re qualified enough to assess others? Just some food for thought. I know who the fuck I’m talking to Violet, it is you who has no clue.

You know Marie, you’re only as good as the company you keep. There’s a reason why that when you’re competing alongside individuals like Jeff X and Felix Hartley, you’re viewed as one of the most dangerous Odyssey has to offer and then when you’re competing alongside Violet Cunningham, you’re viewed as someone who.. to put it politely, edges closer and closer towards the grand prize every time she finds herself lucky enough to be competing for something of value but sadly trips and lands face first right before the finish line. Your attitude towards me may have shifted in the time we have spent apart but the things I told you the first time round, I still have at least a little belief in, your potential could know no bounds but until you take a good, hard look at the choices you’re currently making, the world will never be fortunate enough to fully witness your capabilities. Think about it Marie. Think about what standing side by side with Violet has done for you. It’s not done a whole lot, has it? You won the Outlaw championship on your own, you pushed Diantha to the absolute limit and came so goddamn close to beating her on your own. You do not need Violet in the slightest and I fail to understand why you even want to have her around but you’re a grown woman who can make her own choices. I’m advising you to rethink certain ones because you could be it Marie. Unlike Violet, you have progressed since last August, you are going to make Liz and I dig deeper than what we’ve had to before in order to walk out the same way we walked in. Selflessness will be the death of you, kill it before it kills you. I’ve been around the block, I know how this game works and I’ve seen far too many become a victim when they never had to. When the day comes that I get the opportunity to say ‘I told you so’ comes, I want it to be because you’ve ascended and found either a partner who is on your level and requires no carrying to become Tag Team Champion or because you’ve got the big one on your shoulder, please don’t make it a scenario where I get to rub it in your face that I was right about you falling through the cracks, that’d be the only time I wouldn’t enjoy it.

The Power Of Incredible Violence will, as always, prevail. And as the hopes of Bad Meets Evil being the ones important, special and talented enough to take these championships from us die, Liz and I shall once again be reborn as the ones holding the power. It was always supposed to be this way. If you listen closely you can hear them hovering over your ears. Not the voices in your head; it is not your scarred conscience trying to talk you out of this whilst you still have the ability to do so or whatever God your kind believe in advising you to do the right or wrong thing for in this day and age there are no good guys or bad guys, just choices. No, what you shall hear faintly if you care enough is the call of the ravens, and if you listen closely, they’ll sing to you the moonlight sonata as you fade fast asleep into your living nightmare. Don’t worry though, I promise those even loosely associated with the two of you will have an awful good time watching Liz and I take yet another step towards our place among the immortals. They can live on to tell the story of how the brave ones died.

It’s a shame that the two of you will not be as lucky.

VaeVictisBD, Bobby Wheeler, Theodor Pavel and Lazarus Arjen have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 5:27 pm by **Theodor Pavel**

Kingdom #1 - Vs. Asakura

OWA had come full circle. This was what, lap 4? The beginning of the next attempt to become OWA World Heavyweight Championship, and yet it didn’t feel like a brand new start. After a month of reflecting on his first three attempts to become Champion, it was the ever familiar place. In the back of the line.

Imagine being a team that won the conference championship every year, made it to the Championship game for three consecutive years and failed every single time. How would you start the season? A hot start to try and make a statement early, knowing that you NEED to avenge the loss in the biggest game of the year? Maybe. For Theodor Pavel, it wasn’t about the dream of being the Champion anymore. He didn’t understand what it was like to be the OWA World Champion. Maybe he didn’t need to.

He didn’t want to become the Buffalo Bills.. A punchline in the big game. How quickly could he lose the next one? Who would interfere in this one? It only happened every time. He didn’t know where to begin.

RUSH Dojo

Osaka, Japan

2.14.2022

It was that wonderful time of the year. Just a month away from turning twenty one years old, Theodor Pavel had to look forward to the thing that made him whole, a special time with his wife. He made a promise to her once they had begun dating that it would be about them. For the family. For the one he loved. He intended to live that way, but this year felt very empty. Despite his feelings, they weren’t exactly returned when he came back from the future. He saw the dread in what his live would become. He knew too much if he acted the way that he did. While he sat on the edge of the ring, joined by a bottle of water and a towel, Theodor was spending Valentine’s Day the same way he was when he first came to America. Alone.

“I’ve lost track of this place. Truly, I have lost every bit of knowledge when it comes to the first company that invested in me to become a star. OWA, huh? It was never going to be an easy road. Some of the best professional wrestlers in the world have come here. Either they become these huge stars, or they fall to the side while others made their money. I didn’t come here as a former Champion or main event star from another company. My first match I’ve ever had was here. My first win was here. My first loss was here. My first Championship, you know this, was here. People believed in me, they invested in me. This meant the world to me. The family I’ve made at home, the family I was around here, they were given my all.

The more I gave to everybody, the more would be taken from me. The more they wanted. I never asked for my time or effort back, not from anyone who had come across me. Michael Bishop, who was my mentor, took my best. Did he give it back in return? I’d say yes. He’s a true friend, and I feel bad for blowing his phone up lately, but I’m in trouble right now. Not life threatening, no. I’m not going to die on my sword this year, not like I almost did for two years.

There was one man, though, who took everything from me and didn’t look my way once he had it. One singular man who took it upon himself to set aside his loyalty to what brought him the greatest joy, he was the ultimate competitor. Now, not so much. He fell from the map and chose to redesign his plan to become a pacifist. Let me guess, he probably already spoke. He probably insulted me. Despite trying to kill me all of those times, he wants to “fix” the problem by pretending that it never happened? I know you’re watching, Arata. Maybe I’ll do you a favor right now and give you a reminder as to what YOU did.”

He was embarrassed to have to do this, but it needed to be done. All the reminders that he got every morning when he got out of the shower, to look in the mirror and see the lasting effects of the Golden Dawn. Reaching down to his white basketball shorts, he slid them up to where a gigantic scar was implanted onto his quadricep.

“This was from shrapnel where one of the stupid explosions you set off nearly went through my entire leg. I want you to see this and maybe give you insight to who you ALWAYS have been. A shard of steel, nearly the size of a Bowie Knife, sliced my leg so deep that I saw bone when I wrapped it. It didn’t feel good, but with each step, I’m reminded of what happened on the day you thought sitting on the throne would be more important than saving the lives of millions. You chose greed.”

Covering his leg back up, he chose to stand up for the next reminder. As he removed his shirt, he dropped it off to the side and rested his hand below the next prize that he won from fighting a tyrant. A scar that stretched across his side, beginning just under his ribcage.

“Every morning, Misaki would touch this area and tell me how lucky I was to be alive. You know what I used to tell her? I would say ‘I’m still here. I’m still here to be with you.’, but every time I see it, I see ugly. I see what professional wrestling can do to a person. This was beyond being inside of the ring and fighting to see who was better, this was about life or death and you wanted me to die. You told me that more than once, but you showed it as your adepţi stabbed me. They followed YOUR orders. They listened to you while you told them to kill us all. That day, they nearly did. They failed. I didn’t, I’m still here because I refused to let YOU do it. That was your choice and you chose wrong. Nobody was important to you except for you. You didn’t want any threats near you, you chose to try and burn the world down. You failed. An Elder God told you ‘Not today little boy, you are not special’. Yet you got your little wish out of it. How did that turn out for you? A minor inconvenience for a childish wrestler, but I’m stuck with this. Not just this either..”

He glanced down at something that everyone always noticed on him when they would see him inside of the ring. Maybe it struck fear into their eyes to know that he had all these things done to him, but refused to give in. The remnants of a brand on his chest. This wasn’t done by the minions of Asakura, it was done by the Shogun himself. While it had healed enough to barely be recognizable, it was the fact that any of it would remain would drive Theodor into a dark place. He didn’t have the luxury to hide it with a shirt when he wrestled. He didn’t have the opportunity to heal it as soon as it happened, it was back to the grind of pro wrestling. He won the SWWS World Heavyweight Championship with that garbage on his chest. It ate at him.

“This. This would be considered your biggest trophy. You got me and you got Bishop.. You know Michael Bishop, right? You killed him right in front of his wife..his child..his friends. Of course, you won’t acknowledge it because you decided that since you couldn’t get your way anymore, you have to put on a mask and pretend that it wasn’t you. Pretending that you know NOTHING about what happened. Now, I haven’t listened to a word you have said since your return, but trust me when I tell you this, I will not trust you. I will not believe that you did the right thing by coming back when NOBODY wanted you to. You should have never returned to the place you terrorized and took lives.. If this was a war, fine. Lives can be lost, but you took the life of my mentor after you failed. After you lost your title, you made sure that you got the last laugh, but the laugh wasn’t for this world. He came back. He came back and had one of the greatest OWA World Championship reigns the company ever had…”

He paused for the moment, wanting to add in something that would be cold hearted. Fighting the feeling in his mind, Theodor stood silent for the moment. In that time, he glanced down at the faded brand, the stab wound that nearly took his life, and the rest of his body that had been nearly destroyed by two years of wars. He wanted a way out..

“I tried, Arata. In order to cope with everything, I wanted to believe that things were a dream. One day, you reached out to me and invited to your kid’s birthday party. Like you, I’m a father. My heart wanted to see something was there. We said nothing but two words to each other when we were face to face. Both of us knew better, right? No fighting in front of our children. I didn’t want to admit the shame I had when we were there. It was there that maybe I felt some hope. I wanted to see the future as a paradise that just doesn’t exist.. You reminded me days later that it was simple.. You hated me then.. You made that very clear. I took that risk, not for myself, but for my family.

You know what happened? When my brothers in the Frontline found out.. I was accused of being a traitor. Looked at with a side glare because ‘how dare someone go see an old friend?’. They didn’t trust me a whole lot after, did they? They saw through you at the time, even when I didn’t. But now, it’s different. A “new” Arata Asakura. The 2023 model, and everyone seems to be in love with it. Now, they see what I thought I saw months ago. Difference is, Arata.. I learned my lesson. I learned what happens when you get burned by a liar. It doesn’t feel good. It sits right in the pit of your stomach for years. If everyone in the world believes you aside from me, it doesn’t change who you really are. A coward who needed to fix a problem by surrendering to it. Let the Frontline forget what you’ve done. By all means, let them believe you are an amazing person because you and I both know who you really are.

You’ve taken everything from me. Yeah, that sounds like something everybody says to someone they despise. You know who you are, you know damn well that the changes that you think you’re making are going to blow up in your face one day. Just, that one day comes, and you’ll be back in your tyrant mode with more bullshit to speak. These are all things that you have to understand. If I were to declare war on the world and take the lives of others, do you think I’d be welcomed back with open arms? I wouldn’t. I’d be sent away, never to return again. You couldn’t do that. You returned with a new look and a new way to manipulate others. Congratulations, you should be very proud of yourself for that. Let the world rejoice, because Arata Asakura is suddenly a good guy again…

A good guy who will see a man across the ring from him who is battered with scars, wounds, and a faded brand that you created.. You stand across from a man who has nothing left for you to take.”

It was frustration. It was the deception that he was stuck with. How could he trust that man? How could others be so blind? A lasting glance down at himself, all he could see were his hands. The tunnel vision locked on a lasting sight of two bare hands, and a finger where a ring used to be. Arata Asakura took his world away from him..

To Be Continued.

Alyssa Grace and 'Don' Hendrix have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 3:52 pm by **Melanie B**

Odyssey Promo #1

"Fist Meets Fate"

(Cassie's eyes were raised as she walked into what had to be the most empty and seemingly abandoned gym she's ever walked inside of. There were a few punching bags, but other than an old-school wrestling ring in the center. There wasn't much else to it. The only signs of life were from the people who were inside, all of them familiar faces for different reasons. Save for an older dark haired man who wore a windbreaker set like he was somebody's college football coach. The others Cassie spotted was Serenity, Emmanuelle who was training Kingdom's Dojo Bros. these days, and none other than April Song.)

Cassie Wu: What's...going on? You mentioned something about a special training session, but why are we in the middle of New Jersey?

(Serenity places her hands in her pockets and steps forward.)

Serenity Scorpio; You're looking at what's soon - or later - to be the new secondlocation for the War Room Dojo. Am old friend of my pops wanted to get it off his hands omy the cheap so I decided to go for it.

(Cassie nods as she walks around, possibly seeing some potential, though some questions were still up in the air.)

Cassie Wu: Why here? Why not Brooklyn?

Emmanuelle: Some of us are just passing through via Newark Airport, so this was the best way to accomplish this.

Cassie Wu: Accomplish what exactly?

Male Voice: That's what I'd like to know.

(Cassie turns around and sees Kingdom wrestler Tyler Kulina walking inside with his civilian clothes and a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He wore the same expression of bewilderment as she did. He turned to the man and chuckled.)

Tyler Kulina: What's going on, Steve?

Steve: (grins) An opportunity I couldn't pass up kiddo.

April Song: Same. When Em here called me, I knew I had to show up.

Cassie Wu: For what...?

(The locker room door, swung open, almost falling off its hinges. Ty and Cass squint to get a good look at the figure in tge grey hoodie making their way over. As they came closer, they pulled back their hood to reveal themselves: Cassie own cousin, OWA Hall of Famer and Odyssey Commentator Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda. Her eyes were serious, an expression Cassie has only seen when she was in the ring-)

Cassie Wu: Wait! Are you going to train us or me or whatever?

(Matsuda stayed silent as she took out a medicine container and popped two pills in her mouth.)

Stephanie Matsuda: That should give me about 10-15 minutes.

April Song: About the length of an average weekly match.

(Stephanie nods at her old rival as she took off her hoodie and tosses it to Serenity, revealing a C9 Champion tank top to accommodate her black gym tights.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Serenity, Mr. Steve over there. Y'all sure you want me to do this?

Steve: They have to learn one way or another.

Serenity Scorpio: This is what Cass wanted. "Be careful what you wish for and all that".

(Cassie and Ty had the same idea as they dropped their bags. Something was clearly up. The Queen of Fighters smiled as she saw they understood what was about to happen.)

Stephanie Matsuda: I know you're not each other's partners or anything, but here's the deal. If you can sync with each other, you can sync with anyone. Emmanuelle and Serenity informed me of their respective dilemmas and and we came up with a solution. As-

Male Voice: Oh shit! Did I miss the ass whooping!?

(Everyone turns around and sees veteran Hall of Famer Carlos Rosso walk in with a gorgeous Black woman with white hair. Cassie recognized her from Instagram but couldn't quite put a name to a face.)

Emmanuelle: You're late!

April Song: As usual.

Stephanie Matsuda: Typical 'los behavior.

Carlos Rosso: All of my girls are in one place, huh? Listen I had to pick this one up first. Y'all met Nia yet?

Nia Rambeau: (nods) Hey.

(Stephanie salutes while everyone else waves.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Another pet project huh? Well, you and Nia is about to see me give these two the same treatment you gave me.

Carlos Rosso: Oh when you failed to kick my ass in that hotel room!?

(Everyone else turns to Carlos with concerned facial expressions.)

Carlos Rosso: It's not what you think! Anyways, time is money people, let's do this.

(As Carlos and Nia sits down on a bench, Steph gestures for Emmanuelle to turn on some music.)

Tyler Kulina: Wait why do you have Tekken music-

(Instinct kicked in as both students dodge a surprise flying kick from Matsuda who adopts a karate stance.)

Stephanie Matsuda: You want to wrestle me? Get me into the ring. By. Force.

Tyler Kulina: Wait but-

Cassie Wu: it's no use. She's in "War Queen" mode. She's testing us and we're at her mercy.

(Cassie gets into a kung fu stance, her training coming back to her in mere seconds.)

Cassie Wu: Hey Ty, know any marital arts than wrestling?

Tyler Kulina: I took a little boxing here and there. Some MMA-

(Ty's cut off as Stephanie gets to work, pulling no punches or kicks as she splits her attacks between Ty and Cass who barely blocks her strikes. Her offensive assault causes them to stumble back.)

Tyler Kulina: Damn it! She's fast as hell! I thought retirement slows you down-

Stephanie Matsuda: KI-YA!!!

(Matsuda jumps in the air, hitting both people in the face with a flying split kick.)

Tyler Kulina: (wincing) Doesn't this bitch have a heart problem!?

Cassie Wu: I guess she took her medication to- LOOK OUT!

(Cass and Ty roll out of the way to avoid Stephanie's foot stomp. The two scrambled to their feet only to be met by a knee and fist respectively. The two hit the floor again as Matsuda cracked her knuckles and began to speak.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Cassie your two opponents have a martial arts background like we do. They're also trained by some of the most prominent Japanese-style wrestlers in this industry. Shit if if I was asked on any given day, Arata Asakura is the greatest Japanese wrestler of this generation. And guess what? You're about to face off with someone who carry his genes!

(Cassie blocked a side kick and held her own as Ty got to his feet. He strafe around the exchange, trying to find an opening. As he watches Stephanie raise her leg for a reverse roundhouse kick, he swings his fist for an uppercut to the chin that connects! Cassie follows up with a jump kick that knocks Cloud into the ring apron. The two attempt to grab Matsuda who nails them with a knee and elbow combo. Determined to be undeterred, Cassie slid between Cloud's legs and went underneath the apron where she grabbed her ankles. Matsuda tried to move, but was stuck. Tyler nails her with a charging lariat and rolled Cloud into the ring. He and Cassie slid in after her, feeling more confident as they got to their feet. Stephanie stood up and took a few steps before adoption a super junior lucha stance.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Okay, you two catch on quick. Now we can start this match. Tornado rules.)

(April rings the bell and Stephanie takes off, going on the offensive, attacking the two of them while speaking.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Cass! You're fighting against two women who are generational talents in the joshi style!

(Ty grabbed Cloud's arm who flips off Cassie's chest, swings her body mid-air, and catches Ty off guard with a hurricanrana, sending him rolling out of the ring. Before he could get back in the ring, Cloud raised a hand.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Hold on a moment. I need to test Cassie's will.

(Stephanie slowly circles Cassie with her guard lowered. Cass knew this was a setup, but decided to play her cousin's game.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Do you know why you're losing so much?

(Cassie looked away, embarrassed. It was then she realized Emmanuelle was recording the whole session.)

Cassie Wu: B-because I'm not taking this seriously enough...

(Stephanie comes for Cassie and locks her up in a collar-and-elbow.)

Stephanie Matsuda: And why not!?

Cassie Wu: B-because I don't know if I deserve to be here!

(Stephanie whips Cass to the ropes and nails a dropkick.)

Stephanie Matsuda: (eyes narrowed) What makes you think that!?

(Cassie slowly stands up.)

Cassie Wu: I...don't know if I belong here.

(Stephanie looks at Serenity for a moment. Before Cass realizes, she instinctively blocked Cloud's Yahtzee Superkick.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Bull. Shit. Stop playing games with me, cuz. You're a decorated gymnast and wushu competitor. Fuck you mean you don't belong in this ring!

(Cloud locks up with Cass again, who's showing a little more ferocity this time.)

Stephanie Matsuda: You may not be an Asaskura or a Matsuda, but fightings in your blood. The Wallace family were soldiers. They fought in wars, men and women alike. We're soldiers Cassie and if you been paying attention - THIS IS A FUCKING WAR!

(Stephanie kicks Cassie in the gut and hits a snap suplex. Cassie kip up and knocks Stephanie back with a kick. Cloud could see the fire building in her eyes.)

Stephanie Matsuda: There we go...there you are. That's what Dani sees in you. That's why she's your partner, sweets. Do you want to disappoint her!? Do you want Dani Fatale to regret her decision teaming with you!?

Cassie Wu: No!

Stephanie Matsuda: Rin Asakura? She knows me. She knows you, too. She's from the future. She knows everything about this time period. She's got decades of Joshi wrestling drilled into her brain. Miss Manami, Azumi Goto, JET:s entire history. The Empire Generation, Odyssey, she's watches its entire run growing up. You're literally dealing with someone from the future, Cass. And guess what? She's desperate. Her real father lost the war against Frontline and is replaced by a lawful good version of him. The odds are stacked against her to the point she's teaming with For the Minorities and Hana of all people to get whatever she wants. And I can say first hand that a desperate person is capable of anything.

(Cassie and Stephanie have several more exchanges until she has Cassie im a corner with a boot to her throat.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Sides are being picked Sweets, and based onnwho you're related to there are several people in this company who won't hesitate to use you to get to me! I can't fight the good fight the way you can! You need to be ready!

(Cassie pushes Cloud's foot off her neck and knocked her back with a front dropkick. She jumps to a feet abd and attempts a kick, but Cloud counters with a dragon screw and flips Cassie onto her back. Before she could get up, Cloud plants a foot on her neck.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Once again Dani has to come save you. Serenity?

Serenity Scorpio: Yeah?

Stephanie Matsuda: Thank you for your help, but I'm going to be in charge of my cousin's training from here on out. You okay with that?

Serenity Scorpio: Sure.

Stephanie Matsuda: From here on out, I own you Cassie. Atleast until FD 5. You wanted me to train you? Well, you're going to get it. You can dress in all the sleepwear you want, sweets. Either way, I'm turning you into a slurpee drinking death machine.

(Stephanie pushes Cassie out tye ring with her foot.)

Stephanie Matsuda: Ty!?

Tyler Kulina: Yeah?

Stephanie Matsuda: We got some monkey business to discuss. Literally.

(Ty walks past a choking Cassie but is too nervous to check on her. If he did he would've seen a wicked grin on her face. It took getting her ass kicked, but Stephanie was finally going to train her. The realization opened up a hunger she haven't felt in quite some time. One that she was ready to feed.)

Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, Lazarus Arjen and Sayla have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 2:47 pm by **Violet Cunningham**

“Who the FUCK do you think you’re talking to?”

That’s an excellent question, because I’m starting to think you need it spelt out for you. Last I checked, Alyssa Grace and Liz Karlson were jerking eachother off over a pathetically cheap win to obtain the Tag Titles. Calling yourselves champions, claiming people like Marie and myself don’t deserve a shot at the titles, when you only won them because you were desperate enough to use the diversity hires as a stepping stone.

Still, it just wasn’t enough, was it? Here you are again, throwing another tantrum because Lizzy didn’t get the shiny new toy she wanted, bitching and moaning and playing the blame game in an effort to be noticed.

Congratulations, you’ve been noticed.

Clearly the pair of you are blind to the obvious, you stand as pillars of idiocy in a world ready to forget about you. You’ve both done a lot, and faced many foes, held many titles, been on the posters, in the ads, on the custom seats, blah blah blah. After all of that, and look at where you’ve ended up.

Victims of the next generation.

We came close to winning those belts before, now we’re stronger, and certainly won’t be allowing you to abscond with our titles again. I could go on about how Marie and I are better than ever, but since all you care about are your own flaccid egos I’ll cater to you a little more, if only so you don’t start crying.

Alyssa, everyone really does think your career is dying, because it is. Despite how adamant you are that that's not the case, we all know the truth. You’re old news. People have seen you do this before and now they’re bored. I’ve only faced you once and I’m bored. You do the same thing day in and day out, show up, get your ass kicked, pull some bullshit out your ass and throw a tantrum later because your opponent didn’t simply lay on the mat for you.

You’re such a spoiled brat it sickens me. “Incredibly fresh” personality developments my ass, all that’s happened is people are seeing your real face. What’s your plan? Piss off everyone enough that you’re beaten to death? It’d be easier than that end you chased at the bottom of a bottle for so long. If I were you I’d reopen that bar tab of yours, because once I’m through with you we all know where you’ll go and what you’ll do.

I’m not worried though, and neither should anybody else be. Like clockwork, your sidekick will show up, give you a half-assed pep talk you can barely understand through all the drink, and drag your stinking carcass to the nearest shower in an effort to try and make you at least semi-presentable for an audience that doesn’t want to see you on top of anything aside from the Obituary Section.

What exactly does that title mean to you anyway? Aside from some stat-padding, it’s clear as day you only like it because it makes you feel semi-important. Don’t try to feed us that bullshit about sacrifices, everybody knows, nobody cares. So tell me, tough girl, how will you stop me from bludgeoning you into a coma and taking your favorite paperweight? Will you even want to stop me, once you finally realize I’ll be adding some actual value to it? How long, I wonder, will you wait before trying to get it back? Will you bring your attack dog along to help?

I don’t think you care about these titles at all. You only care about having your name on the card and a belt around your waist, no care for who you fuck with or the consequences you’re bringing crashing down upon you. I’m not like Marie. I haven’t got a bleeding heart, I’ve barely got a normal fucking heart in the first place.

If you think I’m going to play fair, or honorably, then let me make things perfectly plain for your simple little mind. Once we step in that ring, you’d better pray it’s Marie that gets her hands on you. Both of you. I’m in an especially bad mood, and when I’m in a mood like this, I get violent. And no amount of tragic backstory, edgy posturing or hollow threats will stop me from tearing the pair of you to shreds and watching in amusement as your loved ones try to work out what bit belongs to which bitch.

I don’t have your name, I don’t have your accolades, I don’t have your years, and thank fuck for that. With all that self-doubt weighing you down I’m amazed you’ve managed to convince people that you’re still championship material as opposed to has-beens kept around for nostalgia’s sake. That’s where we differ. Marie and I, we’re the future of this division and of Odyssey as a whole. You once stood where I stand now, but you’re too scared to admit that times are changing, and you don’t belong here anymore.

This was your world once. Now it will be ours. You and your caretaker made that certain as soon as you made that challenge. I was ready, willing and completely able to put Liz in the hospital before, now I’ll make sure they haul you both away on stretchers.

So throw your insults, continue reveling in your one-sided dick measuring contest, feel free to get your grimy little fingerprints all over those belts, I don’t care what you do, either way things will end the same way: The Power of Incredible Violence will be left as nothing but bloody smears on the canvas, and Bad Meets Evil will become the new Women’s Tag Team Champions, as we should’ve been in the first place. At the end of all of this, after the inevitable loss you’re creeping closer to, when you finally regain consciousness, I want you to ask yourself one simple question:

Just who the FUCK were you talking to?

Bobby Wheeler, Alyssa Grace and Sayla have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 2:08 pm by **Rin Asakura**

Odyssey #1: Bubblegum Bitch.

14.02.2023 Tokyo, Japan

*Within two days, everything Rin had planned had undergone drastic changes. Although many were probably still in shock, why the Japanese lady acted in such a way, the girl knew that she had no other choice. She had to do what was best for her own business and that was working with Hana Nakajima, and above all with the demon that lived in her. Was getting rid of Nami something she wanted? Not necessarily, but as much as it pained her to have to sacrifice her, the circumstances were too good to give up on this opportunity. After all, to get something special, you have to give up on things dear to you. Was it worth it? Rin will probably have to wait to get to know the answer to this question. That kind of future was unknown, even to her. But what was important to that lady, was that something finally started to happen. Rin was glad that the name of The Golden Dawn was slowly starting to spread panic again. The girl felt that she was getting closer and closer to reviving the organization her father loved so much.*

*Fourteenth of February. Feast of Love. The streets of Tokyo are full of happy couples walking in the moonlight. Everywhere there are stalls with flowers, balloons, candy and all that crap people buy to impress their significant other. Rin also decided to go for a short walk, with an indifferent face pushing through the crowds. She even got a heart-shaped balloon on her way there, from some guy who thought something so tacky would be enough to secure a one-night stand. Finally, bored Rin stopped for a moment and sat on a wooden bench. Finally she was away from the noise that was giving her a headache.*

*As the recording begins, the camera catches a young Japanese girl wearing a black mini dress, a pink hooded faux fur coat, and black over-the-knee boots. Around her neck you can notice a black choker with a cherry blossom pendant. Rin's hair is tied in a high ponytail, only a few strands are left around her face. In the first seconds, the girl says nothing. With an indifferent expression on her cute face, she moves her mouth as she chews gum. After a while, Rin makes a balloon out of it. When it bursts, she spits out the whole thing in front of her.*

A wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning.

*Rin rolls her eyes and continues her speech. Her tone of voice is full of irritation.*

This is something I've been saying for a very long time, but no one ever listened to me. That's why, now, you're all sitting on your ass in front of the TV, or in the arena, and you can't believe what you're seeing. Your moronic faces when Nami got bump after bump were fucking priceless. Not to mention what your reaction was when all that was left of her was some blood and guts. Welp, don't get me wrong. It's not like her death doesn't bother me at all. Nami was cool and I liked her a lot. But was it enough for me? Unfortunately not. No matter how nice someone is or how much I like them, as long as I have no use of them...they are worthless. I had high hopes for us. After all, she was hell of a champion while in the back. However, the poor girl couldn't deal with the chaos in her head and that's why she was so easily manipulated. I wanted to get the best out of her, so I kept her with me. No matter what a wreck she was in the last few months, she'd be a good fighter if she focused on the right goal. However, another chance appeared on my way, which was more valuable than the experiment with Nami. Aunt Hana stood in my way...or actually Havoc. This cruel but powerful force. The one who has been hunted by people from both brands for the last few months. The one that people were so desperate to get rid of. Both Frontline and the Odyssey whores. When I saw it, I immediately understood that Havoc would be the perfect partner for me. Because no matter how you look at it, we both have a similar attitude to the people around us. We both despise those jerks from Frontline. And as they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

All I want is for The Golden Dawn to return to its heyday, with me as the organization's leader. And Havoc? He has the power to help me get what I want. So sacrificing Nami was a good business deal. As brutal as it sounds, I don't regret anything. And I don't know why everyone's so fucking surprised. Perhaps the cute face, nice body and pastel colors of my clothing fooled you so easily. But I was never a good girl. Which should be obvious considering who my father is. Do you think a tyrant's daughter could be a stupid naive baby? The obvious thing is that being cunning is in my blood. And the fact that you haven't noticed it yet, is proof of that. Perhaps a lot of people don't think that's a reason to brag about, but I'm manipulative. That's how I got to the top in my universe. And I believe that this is the only logical method of doing business. So let's stop pretending that it is different. Give up on the imaginary hope that Golden Dawn died with my father. The Golden Dawn will rise like a phoenix from the ashes, as well as the revolution we started.

While I am focused on my business, I realize that I am still a member of the Odyssey roster. Still one of my reasons for coming to OWA is actually being a wrestler. Perhaps, because my attention was not fully focused on my development, I was not able to fully show what I am capable of. However, don't forget that I have the blood of the Asakura family in my veins. I was born to reign supreme in this business. Even if I have to go through some trouble to teach my new best friend some manners.

No hard feelings, Ruri. But we could have handled it another way. It could have been without grimaces and without your teenage rebellion, which obviously happened a few years too late. But I don't care if you don't like it, or not. Everyone saw what happened two weeks ago. You agreed to join us. Nobody forced you, so stop acting like a victim. After all, we gave you a choice, and you made it yourself. That's why I advise you to be more grateful, because you'll end up just like Nami.That's why get your fucking shit together and help me win that match for OUR organization.

As for the match itself...we have a bunch of very annoying opponents. We have that bootlegged Stephanie Matsuda and cactus rebel bitch. I don't know which moron to start with first. But here, we're fucking go. I realize what it means to come from a wrestling family, so as you, Cassie. However, we are not the same, even in the slightest. While I talk a lot about my father, I never intended to use him to build my brand. I have always talked about him, because I am proud of what he has achieved. I've always respected his strength and motivation to change this shitty world. And you? It seems to me that you're doing everything you can to let everyone know that you and Cloud are related. I know that you can't escape from a name that carries a lot of glory, and above all from the pressure it brings. However, that's not your fucking case. You two aren't even that close family. If you hadn't mentioned that you were related by blood, no one would even know that. So it's obvious that you are using Cloud's name to have an easier path to success. You think wiping your ass with Stephanie's legacy will get you in the conversation for the title picture quickly. Fuck, nah. After my fucking death, you lazy bitch. It's kind of sad that you're wasting your potential like this. But from what I've heard, this isn't the first time you've done this. It's not the first time you've been pretty good at something, but you are never going to be the best, because you don't want to move your ass. While some people seem to be satisfied with being average, I find it hard to understand. I can't imagine making your career such a waste. With such a huge opportunity, you could do a lot, Cassie. However, apparently it's enough for you to go down in history as Stephanie Matsuda's cousin. Nothing more.

As for your tag team partner... Do you ever hear the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, Dani? I know you only care about always being in opposition. However, it actually impresses me that you are so committed as to contradict yourself. You don't like rigid norms, but you are still bothered by changes. You seem to want to fight organizations that are destroying the landscape, but you do absolutely nothing. While it actually bothers you even more when someone else tries to take steps. So what do you want? Because at the moment it seems to me that the only thing on your mind is making sure that you are edgy enough. But that is not a fucking tik tok. Bitch, no one cares about your tattoos, stupid hair color and fancy style. Do you think you are better than others because you don't fit into the typical canon of beauty? Again, no one fucking cares! Even though you clearly have a complex. It hurts you so much that someone is a very feminine classic beauty, so you try your best to convince others that it's overrated. You so badly want everyone to think that being extravagant is cool and makes you better than everyone else. But can this whole fancy style even be called creativity in this world full of weirdos? I don't fucking think so. Most of the teenagers now has colorful hair, piercings in fifteen spots and tattoos from neck to toes. Appearance is only an interpretation of who we want to be. This is nothing to be ashamed of, so don't try to make people feel bad about themselves, because you don't like being feminine. How we look is not a reason why we should think that someone is inferior. And perhaps you will understand it, when you heal yourself from your complexes, because they live rent free in your head.

*Rin sighs heavily, then tilts her head back for a moment.*

I don't care about this goddamn match. It honestly doesn't change anything in my life. Rather, I'm more interested in continuing my business with Havoc. Although I wouldn't mind winning at all, because it would be a good start for the new Golden Dawn. It would be a nice show off for the team of Ruri and mine.

So let's say it is time for Odyssey to see the first rays of the sun, which sooner or later will devour everything.

VaeVictisBD, Jeff X, Alyssa Grace, Lazarus Arjen and Sayla have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 16th 2023, 4:04 am by **Arata Asakura**

Kingdom #1: Master of Stoicism.

13.02.2023 Former Golden Dawn Territory

*Ever since Gaijin Killer supposedly disappeared and was replaced by this new one Arata Asakura, things seemed to hold on a weird tension. Not only among the people of the Kingdom, but also when it came to Arata's family life. No one was sure if this wasn't another trick. No one could even imagine who exactly the person, standing in front of them, was. How different is he from the previous Arata? Do they have the same past? What made their future so dramatically different? These were difficult topics that the man did not want to talk about. He wasn't sure himself what made him so withdrawn from the people, who were his family and friends. Perhaps he thought, there was no point in opening up too much, because they wouldn't believe him anyway. Perhaps he was afraid of losing them again, so he didn't want to get too attached. Even if Arata wasn't someone who fondly recalled his childhood, he was quite a nostalgic person. That's why it was hard for him to lose, what made him feel like a valuable person. No matter if it comes to objects, or people.*

*One afternoon, Arata went to the place where The Golden Dawn's hideout used to be. Even though he hadn't been here personally before, it seemed oddly familiar to him. Seeing this place made his heart skip a beat. However, things have changed a lot since the OWA Universe last saw that dangerous territory. In fact, only one of the buildings remained untouched. The rest of the property was burned to ashes. Arata looked around carefully as he made his way along the small lake at the edge of the forest. The water also seemed to have been hit by some catastrophe. It was dirty with ash, soot, and most likely blood. Arata crouched in front of the leak and scooped up some 'water' in his hands. Even though he couldn't see his reflection in it, that brief moment made him understand some things.*

*The shot opens with the view of a Japanese man sitting on the ground, with his back turned to the water surface. Arata is wearing a black turtleneck, black suit pants and leather shoes. While an expensive long black coat is thrown over his shoulders. On his clothes, you can easily see the white spots created by the dust that has engulfed this whole place. However, Arata didn't seem to care, the man pulled his knees closer to his chest and started talking with a slightly worried face expression.*

People say that silence brings the comfort we all crave for. They believe it is a symbol of peace that allows us to feel carefree. However, I've always found this to be quite a stereotypical approach. Perhaps peace and calmness sounds very innocent. Perhaps it allows us to get the impression that we can feel safe in such a place. However, silence can be very cunning. It can be the consequence of a catastrophe that took place. Perhaps this silence is a sign that terrible things have happened. Perhaps it gives us a signal that you won't find one alive soul nearby the place you chose as your safe destination. Maybe that silence is not the safety space, maybe it is something what you can call a fucking mass grave. I didn't know how I would feel when I came here. I've never actually been to The Golden Dawn's hideout. After all, in my universe, that organization didn't even exist. However, when I first set foot here, I realized that this place is filled with despair. The deeper I went into these ruins, the more I felt the negative energy of this MAN. But there was no hatred to be sensed. There was tremendous sadness, helplessness, anger. Was the monster that had hurt so many, capable of feeling such complex emotions? Many would surely say no. While I believe that there are no pure evil people, I still find it hard to admit that Gaijin Killer had so much humanity in him. It actually makes some fucking mess in my head. And the weirdest thing about it all is that, even if I want to hate him, I simply can't do it. After all, this man is the reason why everyone looks at me like I am a murderer. He is the one who took other people's lives without hesitation. Not just Kingdom' warriors, but defenseless people on the street. In fact, his victim was anyone who crossed his path, even unintentionally. So I should feel all the hatred in the world for him, right? But...All I feel for him is pity. Because I understand how he felt about his life. Perhaps I haven't talked too much about it, but I think everyone is curious, how much HE and I have in common. Well, our story is identical up to a point. We both come from poverty, we both suffered a lot because of our background. We were both ready to hang from the ceiling at some point and end our misery. And I think that was the moment, when we saw the world from a different perspective. He believed that the only way to get rid of injustice was by brute, powerful force, that would make them change the society they hated so much. While I understood that you can't change the whole world. The one I can change...is myself. Therefore, with so many shitty people in the world, maybe my kindness will overshadow the harm they bring to others. That's why, I didn't choose the path where I look at the people like they are walking corpses. I chose the path when I wanted to give these people an opportunity to live.

The concept of life that I pay so much attention to...is perhaps surprising. After all, a lot of people think I'm emotionless.... that I'm guided only by common sense, and impulses have no control over me. That's why they call me a master of stoicism. You're not the first person to think that word describes me best, Theo. On the one hand, I understand where the idea came from. After all, I'm usually calm... I always think before I make movements...I try to look for logic, not violence. From the perspective of some people, I am like a machine. Effective, but devoid of humanity. So being called a master of stoicism is just a mild term for what others think of me. But do you really think my heart lacks emotion, Theo? The fact that I do not manifest them in every possible way, does not mean that I approach everything so condescendingly. Just because I'm not screaming or swinging chairs around like an angry animal, doesn't mean I don't understand how you feel, Theo. I know you're distraught. I really do realize that you feel left out, as the only person from our old Frontline, who can't call yourself OWA World Champion. I know you want to be better not only for yourself, but also for your family. However, you also need to understand one thing, you are not participating in the Make-A-Wish program. Just because you want something, no one will bring it to you on a silver platter. You are not the one deciding - what and when will happen. I know that three years without reaching your goal has left you scarred not only on your brain, but also on your heart. But do you really believe these three years of 'failure' in the world title picture, overshadowed everything you've achieved in your career so far? Theo, you're young and have many years ahead of you in the industry, so why do you put so much pressure, now? I don't know why it's so hard for you to understand that THESE three years were never something that held you back, kid. People have a different pace of development. Some achieve success faster, others need more time. The difference can be counted in weeks, months, even years. But does it matter so much, since the result is the same? This may sound very insincere from someone, who boasts an amazing amount of accomplishments in less than four years. But there's no point in comparing yourself to me, or anyone else, Theo. You have to be yourself, or you'll never be happy with what you have. Look at yourself, kid! You're about twenty years old and you're bitter like an old man who's been working in a corporation for thirty years. Why are you doing this to yourself, Theo? Why are you putting a rope around your own neck? Though the better question is...how much time is left before you kick the stool you're standing on, and hang motionless under the glass ceiling you haven't been able to break through.

On the one hand, I understand why you're acting this way, and it's genuinely sad. But the truth is, you're a spoiled brat. From the moment you set foot in the ring, there was nothing you had to worry about. You had a team around you that was at your beck and call. You had Bunch by your side, who always held your hand and gave you supposedly good advice. You weren't under the pressure that if something didn't work out, you were finished for good. You had a too comfortable start...and when it didn't continue the same way, this is where this anger came from. You have got upset with the whole world, because things don't go your way, and that's what I always wanted to warn you about, Theo. I always thought this whole idyll would be bad for you. Perhaps if Bunch had thrown you into the deep water right from the start, you would have learned humility. Perhaps you would understand that this industry is much more difficult than you think. Because to be honest, even if you improved your skillset, you didn't figure out what the wrestling industry was like...for three years. For three years you have not come to terms with the fact that this place is terribly brutal, and at times devoid of humanity. And you know what? It's awful, but such is a fucking life. Not everything is like in a fairy tale, but is that a reason to make yourself a victim? Come on, Theo. You act like the whole world is against you, and the truth is that the biggest problem for you is that your desires are not met. That's why, there is a grimace on your face all the time and all I hear from you are fake nice comments interspersed with complaining. My family fucked you over twice? Oh, well, I don't mean to be insensitive, but fucking deal with it! If you only knew how many times someone has tried to mess with me. You don't have enough fingers to count how many times I've been robbed, not only in wrestling, but in my life. But am I sitting here feeling sorry for myself? No, I refuse to be a victim, while you desperately crave to be one. And I don't know what you're thinking in that stupid head of yours, but pity from others won't give a World Championship...even in a million years.

I fully understand what it means to be rejected and overlooked. Although in front of people, I keep a calm body posture and an emotionless face. It's the injustice of this world that always makes me feel like my blood is boiling hot. Gaijin Killer let that anger come out with an impact. But me? I prefer to use this negative energy and turn it into something that will push me forward. I want it to be my fuel that will help me break through the darkness of this world, so that I can finally reach the warm rays of the sun.

Because you see, Theo, I have a purpose too. You're not the only one who wants the OWA Championship. After everything that's happened in your timeline, I feel like I'm drawn to it even harder. The title reign of Arata Asakura had been associated with brutality and death. And that's fucking hurt me. That's why I want to overshadow the evil aura he left, I want my redemption arc to take place. And by beating you, I will take a step to redeem my name.

VaeVictisBD and 'Don' Hendrix have spoken. It’s such good shit!

[Aalyah is in the back with her father and mother to discuss something about her match at Odyssey when Jovana Slater came in stop her while speaking to them]

Jovana Slater: Aalyah. last Saturday on Odyssey you went up against Tomomi Shinozaki.
on OWA which means you'll be facing not one but two women in a triple threat and you will facing Devi Krysis and Eleni Angelos. on this week's Odyssey any suggestions Ms Aalyah.

(OWA Universe chants for Princess of Six one nine)

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Princess of Six one nine|Aalyah Landerson: what me and Tomomi Shinozaki. had this past Saturday on Odyssey went great and we had the best match ever on OWA but now I get to meet my match maker when I get back into the Odyssey ring when I fight Eleni Angelo and Devi Krysis. in four days at Odyssey on OWA.

Jovana Slater: and did you hear what Devi Krysis. talked about your legendary father in her promo she said you traveling with your father around through out the in tired of OWA can you translate that for me Aaliyah.

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Princess of six on one| Aalyah Landerson: Seguro after me and Tomomi Shinozaki. was through fighting each other in the same ring together I threw everything that I had at her but to find out I had a triple amenaza this Saturday on Odyssey against Eleni Angelo and Devi Krysis. who has no reason to put bad mouths about my father like that and Krysis will regret that once I tear her up to shred after our triple amenaza on Odyssey at OWA.

Jovana Slater: but what if you end up losing to Devi Krysis and Eleni Angelo. on Odyssey

Princess of the six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: if I lose this triple amenaza on Odyssey then my whole life will be ruined and maybe earn myself an OWA Women's tag team Championship opportunity but I have to choose between Eleni Angelo or the person who saved my life Cassie Wu to be my tag partner at Civil War PPV after I settle the puntaje with
Eleni Angelo and Devi Krysis. in our triple amenaza on Odyssey at OWA.

Jovana Slater: can you even defeat Devi Krysis and Eleni Angelo this Saturday.

Princess of Six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: only hows the triple amenaza turns out cause once I get back into that Odyssey ring then I have to choose the right person to be my tag team partner for Civil War and take on Alyssa Grace n Liz Karison The Power of Incredible Violence for there OWA Women's World tag team Championship right after my triple amenaza on Odyssey at OWA.

Jovana Slater: anything else you like to say about Odyssey.

Princess of Six one nine|Aaliyah Landerson: Devi Krysis. I hope you're back there listening
after what you just about me and my family it wasn't nice to say but I'm gonna irregular that for you once I get my girly hands on you and once you and I settle this in the Odyssey ring you can run all around the ring and you get inside of that ring I'm gonna tear you up limb by limb and bust your face wide the freak open because no one and I mean no one doesn't disrespect my family that gets away with it and I'll be seeing you Saturday Devi Krysis and that goes for you too Eleni Angelo see you girls at Odyssey on OWA.

(Aaliyah exits out of the hallway when Jovana Slater continues talking)

Jovana Slater: thanks for your time Aaliyah. and good luck on Odyssey.

Jovana Slater: we hope that Aaliyah. can win her triple threat when she gets back inside of the Odyssey ring to prove Devi Krysis and Eleni Angelo wrong that Aaliyah deserves the rights to be at Civil War fighting for the OWA Women's World tag team Champions against Alyssa Grace and Liz Karison and hopefully we get to see Aaliyah in action again to see who leaves out of Malmo, Sweden at Odyssey on OWA.

[Camera fades to Aaliyah heads back to her locker room to meet with her mother Angie Landerson before she prepared her match this Saturday on Odyssey]

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

Re: OWA Promos February 15th 2023, 11:57 pm by **VaeVictisBD**

COCK SUCKING ACADEMY.
Enrole for your scholarships now; cause y'all doing it for free uneducated.

Attention is an addiction and without moderation; it’s a fatal vice.

Be it a result of craving it so much that you go to great extremes in order to just have that elusive one more hit, or due to obtaining the attention you craved but were woefully unprepared for. In other words, the cornerstone of every great philosopher since man discovered fire; fuck around and find out. I’m not going to sit here and preach this shit like I’m not a junkie myself, but I am made of far different stuff than most of these fragile cunts. I mean I’ll give it to the Jockstrap Boys, they gave it all they got. They bet the house on impossible odds just for that sweet euphoric kiss of their keepers attention and approval. They got their hit, and fuck me were they in for a bad trip. It’s unfortunate that as a product of their craven desire, the rest of us are in for the ride as the attention crack whore herself gets her much-wanted but completely unneeded airtime. But they got their licks in, and that amounts to something I guess. Apparently, to the point people were concerned for my health and well-being. I myself am not above the occasional stunt for attention, but the public sympathy and concern is ignorantly misplaced. I can’t blame modern eyes’ inability to see evolution at work, but I was walking on sunshine the very minute I caught my breath behind the curtain. You all have a lot to look forward to when it comes to the miracles of medical science. You’re still a century off nano-machines rebuilding the damaged tissue of the human body, but to put it in a way that’s simple to understand; I’m practically indestructible. We could’ve repeated that match thousands of times over and they wouldn’t get any closer to something that even resembles permanent damage. I know, woefully unfair. But when you step into the battlefield of Almighty mortals and gods, playing fair isn’t exactly on the priority list. Always helps to have something that sets you apart in the back pocket, though I digress. That itself demands attention, but I thrive in it. Far better than most. It’s amusing to hear all these silly cunts running around, parroting the same cute little joke in such desperation to sound clever or at all witty. Stop me if you’ve heard this one already; CSA stands for Cock Sucking Academy. I know, it is to comedy what Ian Watkins was to Lost Prophets. Has the same qualities as Nate Cage’s effect on any potential suitor; dry, laughable in a pitiful way, and bitches leave with no one getting laid. Though it’s not all bad. I’ve had a lovely lady named Chastity — the irony writes itself — sending in audition tapes like CSA is an MTV reality show she can invest her hopes and dreams into. I should one day call her back, because she’s been lighting my phone up with questions of what the future tastes like, and honestly it pains me to see someone that fine suffer from constant disappointment. I feel for her, I really do. I can speak to experiencing equal disappointments. I mean I was excited for Kingdom. I was excited to step into the ring with championship prestige, the opportunity to test my mettle against a champion with deep roots in OWA’s identity.

Then I found out the rat-faced retarded nonce talking about milk and dicks wasn’t even Nathan Fiora.

I can’t stress this strongly enough; who the fuck is Chad Ecclestone? Who is this limp-dick Down Syndrome-afflicted cunt that huffed his own farts for 20 minutes and made me ever so thankful I returned to a time where the Fast Forward function is still in prominence? Never have I been more grateful for ancient tech than I was zooming past this slack-jawed moron's candid but I think I got the gist of it. Something about milking dicks with a grown man that still uses 360 No Scope unironically in the 21st century — love is love, Happy Valentine’s Day and all, but I wasn’t aware MBLA had a Manchild sect. I’d say he’s taking advantage of the differently challenged but, he has a fine-ass lady wiping the drool off his chin so, let them have their forced-together play dates — strap them into their get-along sweater for all I care. Delusional and disgruntled Hollywood influencer type, how riveting. Let’s entertain what you believe for a moment mate; you really want to know your influence on the world in my time? I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. With a Walk of Fame that could circle the world three times over, I genuinely have no fucking idea who you are. Never heard of any of your fucking movies, never even heard your name before I saw it on the marquee and even then, I had to do my research. And a 20-word Wikipedia page didn’t exactly help me fill in the gaps but, feel flattered that I went above and beyond to become familiar regardless and I’ve got to say; I’m unimpressed. Your performance even in your own candid with shaky, uninspiring; feels like something you could just recycle over and over again and no one would notice. I only hear a lack of motive. I hear what could be a deleted scene without anything of value lost. And fu-haha-uuucing hell; for you of all people to even remotely entertain the idea of being Gandhi-esque — The only resemblance you could ever possibly have would be an assassination. Not even for influence, but out of mercy for the demented. Even then I’m convinced a bullet to the head would only cause you to whistle when you run against the wind. All I feel for you is pity. I pity your delusions of grandeur, I pity the miserable life you have gussied up in these boring-ass candids. I pity your very existence honestly. Because I genuinely do believe you think you’re something remarkable, something influential and great. But having done my research on your OWA career; nah. You might be the lowest bar set with championship status. And I say might because the Outlaw Championship is a very right-place right-time condition — but I genuinely believe your pockets are easier to run.

But I’ll make you famous.

Let’s be real; what have you actually done of note? You beat Jason Long, let’s entertain you did so with ease as you believe despite the notion being laced in bullshit; who hasn’t? I might be the only person on the Kingdom roster that hasn’t beaten Jason Long at one point or another, and that’s only due to me just now breaking into the sport. Jacob Striker almost got him, can’t be that difficult a task. But then what? You finally got that big break, got a championship around your waist, hold something shared among the greats that later became world champions; and then he had milky mayhem with… The fact I can’t even remember his name should speak to its importance. I don’t know just sounds like a whole bunch of minimizing but, as Ghandi put it; never apologize for being correct, or for being years ahead of your time. If you’re right and you know it, speak your mind. And fuck am I a right cunt. I’m shooting straight with you. None of this time-wasting MTV cribs bullshit to pad it out — craving attention you don’t deserve. But far be it from me to pass up an opportunity to beat the Spartans Champion. Far be it from me to give you the attention you want to overdose on and die under the big lights like some Shakespearian Tragedy. Don’t mistake it for arrogance; I just don’t feel challenged by a Z-list celebrity playing the role of a third-rate wrestler.

Though do tell your wife we can talk about her scholarship from my CSA.

On the subject of people in ill-fitting roles; how did this career-long bum Dick P Slaughter get the authority to host a Kingdom event and decide the next phase of Chads anything-but-a-marvel universe as champion? How does he even have the bank account to afford a boat to host it on? Man hasn’t had a single match under the OWA banner but has been granted so much leeway. Has the Spartan’s Championship fallen to such lows they pick anyone to dictate its future? The man idolizes Chuck Norris facts like it’s still 2006 for fuck sake. He played Duke Nukem Forever once and decided to make that his entire personality. I’ve all the cosmic horror and otherworldly play that I’ve been trained and prepared for, I’m like a deer in headlights of the vacuous crap that this man has just adopted all the 1-dimensional tropes of action movie badasses and feels at all he can emulate it. Fucking meathead could only talk about muscles and weights, steel and brick; ironically the foundations for a house but I’m not entirely convinced he lives in one. Whatever authority looks into the ownership of boats, they might want to look into him and Tone E. Con — ha fucking ha — possibly acquiring it outside the jurisdiction of the law. There is a very big remote possibility we just rock up to the supposed Rock and Wrestling Rager that’s advertised and the thing is made of sticks and mud like it’s fucking Castaway. Wouldn’t be at all surprised if I hadn’t seen him in the flesh if Tone E. was just a beach ball with a hole carved out where the mouth should be. But fucking whatever, the sheer anomaly that this man is not an anomaly has me fucking rattled. Seems like the Spartans championship has been delegated to just pulling whoever the fuck out of a hat and see what happens at this point. I’m not gonna lie though, fucking mildly amusing to see Chastity painted white but could have done it myself, tad jealous ain’t gonna lie — but is this seriously any threats to CATCH Hound? Like even slightly? You’re like a month for move from one of the greatest tag teams in OWA history being on this brand, you have a Tag Team Champions running amok and playing grab-ass with Odyssey now — a tad jealous of that too — and this is all we get? First, we get Emmanuelle’s show shiners, and now we scrape the bottom of the barrel and get Freddie Mercury-Poisoning and Off-Brand Pitt? This might come across as arrogant given how short my tenure OWA has been, but I think I’m a bit overqualified for this. I was stomping out the fucking foot soldiers of Golden Dawn like it were an arcade game from the 70s; now we’re fighting personalities that have been overdone since the 70s. These classics didn’t just go out of style; they went the way of Lasee.

The living, breathing embodiment of Box Office Bombs.

One Moment Wonders living in lorded moments of mediocrity.

I’ll do you the favour of making you famous. Though not for the reasons you desire."

'Don' Hendrix, Sayla and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Who's Your Daddy? February 15th 2023, 11:42 pm by **'Don' Hendrix**

"I Can't Die Till I Know"

[b">Days removed from his first vignette, The Don returned to business. Since gaining the Icarus Championship, the stock of Hendrix has risen and the offers of many have been coming in like wildfire. During the duration from February 11th to today, The Antoniano Famiglia has secured different organizations, just don't question how. Bug above all else, he was a man about family. It was time that his daughter to finally be baptized.

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Priest: "Signor Hendrix, are we ready to begin?"

'Don' Hendrix: "Sì pastore. It's okay sweetheart, I'll be right here, same as zio Angelo."

Raelynn slowly nods before walking over to the priest. The priest dips his hands into the Holy Water, letting the water fill up in his cupped together hands. Raelynn bends her head down as the priest pours the water down on her head.

Priest: ""I baptise you in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Principessa, ora puoi prendere il Signore e lasciarlo entrare nella tua vita, e lasciarlo entrare nel tuo cuore."

Raelynn nods as she runs back over. Hendrix looks down at his daughter with a smile on his face.

'Don' Hendrix: "I'm proud of you princess. This was a big thing for you to do. Letting God into your life is important. Now, Uncle Angelo will take you home. Father, may I sit in the church for a while? I have things I need to do."

Priest: "Of course Signor Hendrix. I'll be in my office if you need me."

Hendrix nods as Raelynn leaves with his right hand man Angelo and the priest goes off too. The camera feed the fans get to see is a shot of Don Hendrix sitting in the middle row of the church, his cross necklace in his hands.

'Don' Hendrix: "Ryo, I actually did pray that you would grow some sense and walk away. I really did…. Despite what everyone thinks…. I don't want to murder someone. That's bad for my business. But, I'm left with no choice. By the power invested in me, I condemn your soul to the depths of Hell that it shall never escape to this venture again. You claim it was all facts, but you spoke no facts. I was told that I have zero reason to be egotistical. I have every reason. My third Championship title is a reason. Beating someone better than you in C is a reason. All my deals, revenue, organizations, everything going on for me is a reason. You really don't get to speak on my career when yours right now isn't one to be proud of. This is honestly The Kansas City Chefs versus the Philadelphia Eagles- and you're the Eagles. You're highly predicted to be the first person to successfully pin or submit Don and take my Championship away, but just like the superbowl, I'll beat those odds again and retain my Championship. I'm so close to ten years of my life fighting for that Heavyweight Championship. I can sense it. I can feel like I'm getting closer and closer to what I've killed myself over for the past decade. And of the previous four World Championship matches I've had in those ten years, the one I will have for the Immortal Heavyweight Championship will mean the most. It will mean the most because I wasn't supposed to be anything big in this company. You're right about something Ryo, I was nothing in Project Honor, because that company didn't know what to do with talent. They pushed hard for overrated dick riders like Valkyrie, Billy Bennett, the impotent racial slurs from the owners, watching my friends being called names nobody undeserving should be called, watching a company die off, leaving talented people who only was there lose jobs, that affected me. It affected me because I made it my mission to make that place better before its demise. I failed. It broke me inside knowing there was a possibility to keep everything tamed and make history, but couldn't do it. Losing Jason Long, Liz Carlson, Michael Bishop, Alyssa Grace, ect was the beginning and I saw it needed a new star that wasn't their handpicked. I failed, and I brought that hurt to OWA as yeah, I ditched this place for that place, and I knew coming back I wasn't going to go far. I was a defector at my own will. Ryo Sakazaki, you have no idea what I've had to go through in order to be where I am right now.

I'm reaching a year into my OWA return and I'm looking back and realizing how much I had to change everyone's mind. When I returned, my first solo match was against Mark Michaels. I lost despite my best efforts and after the match I got "You were good, but Mark Michaels was great". I won my second match and got "you were good, but your opponent doesn't win at all so it was expected". As time went on, it bothered me. And it all took place at our match. I was so sick and tired of being second place. I'm not built for second place. I've grown up to be number one. I was not born to be number two! I was born to be the best! That's all I've known! That's all I've ever known was to be the best! So I ripped your head off, joined Remington Ivory Prescott, and it was the greatest decision of my entire life. Look at me now… I got the gold, I got the respect, I got legitimate Mafia backing me, and I got my family backing me. You may of not used your words to disrespect my family, but when you try to take my Championship away from me, you're bringing the ultimate disrespect by taking away the meal out of my daughter's mouth. And that's all the 'heat' you need to anger me.

Bring up Strong Style Wrestling… like that place matters here. When that company shuts down too, we'll bring in your United States Heavyweight Championship in vacated so Lazarus can have a title with Darkane. And you won't even be in the freaking match to decide it. Trust me, you don't got that C strut to have a title match from the company you were from. You saying I haven't fought for my place in this company is the biggest lie you can ever spit out of your mouth. I've worked harder than anybody just get my name in people's mouths. I'm sorry that it's not the way you wanted. If I did it your way, I'd be hated by everyone, not by just you and Mark. Oh wait, you said I worked hard- wait you then said i don't? Hold on Angelo must of fed me the wrong lines. Let me repeat. "Osterland..you know, the guys that joined this roster and actually fucking FIGHT for their spots on each and every goddamn card, just like ME and just like YOU, they are hard working mother fuckers" okay a compliment…. "while assholes like YOU seem to pitch a fucking crying fit when you're not in the main event of the fucking show." oh. Backtracking again. Cool.

"Nappy ass" Sir it's black history month, calling someone nappy sounds horrible.

"Victories" It was one match one on one. Don't push a narrative when your math is fucked. We're one and one, and I make two and one and keep you away from me and my title. I'm sick and tired of looking over at my shoulder in the locker room, seeing you foaming at the mouth looking at me. I'm a man who moves on. I moved on from Mark, and we can care less of what we do with our careers after. You should of followed your Daddys choice because now he gets to live his career in happiness.

There's a difference in not being ass in this ring and staying. You can suck and still have a job. People need a win every once in a while, so they now throw you in there because they want the winner to have to semi work for it versus you. You forget, we work with people who lose in three seconds because we need that jobber spot! And you're the new flavor of the year. And as your "two title wins", there was another case of someone who lost lots of matches win Championships, doesn't mean they were good reigns, and doesn't mean they were relevant at all. Your two title reigns were experiments, Ryo. OWA was testing its waters with you and you couldn’t ride the wave to anything interesting. You failed to entertain, and you were only in something major because of me and RIP. You would of been starting the shows facing El Landerson and his daughter or something, but we kept you running on that hamster wheel, draining each breath out of you before pushing you off the wheel for the next test subject. I'll say, Mark passed. Despite cheating, he beat R.I.P for the Prestige Championship. He's done something you can't say- get one up on La Società. And he didn't need to repeat himself about me being a Don and continuously call it a "gimmick". You're the most repetitive, ass backwards, and confusing person I ever faced, and I've faced a lot of stupid ass people. And your track record would mean more if we were in those companies talking about them. And I don't want a shot at your Strong Style Wrestling United States Heavyweight Championship, I'll just wait for it to come here when SSW closes and win it then.

"Jealousy". Not really. I don't give a rats ass about you. I only have your name in my mouth because you're challenging for my title. And oh yeah, if you can do whatever, why can't you challenge for the Immortal Heavyweight Championship? If you really wanted to get under my skin bad, you could of won that. But you weren't even in talks of being a contender dog. E questo perché anche la dirigenza qui sa che sei un fottuto coglione. "And I'm still here again like I've said twenty times already". Let me pull this from your boom, I've been told I wouldn't be a champion ever, I wouldn't make it to the major leagues for ten years, and I'm still here. So don't pull that shit on me when you ain't suffered a fate like I did. This is the battle that you believe you want, but will come to realization that wasn't what you needed. All this talk, to lose and never get a rematch at me again, you're going to find no reason to live knowing you can't keep me in your lonely life ever again.

Remember my name. Don Hendrix.

Your Icarus Champion. Your judge. Your jury. Your executioner. And at the end I'll be the proud holder of this Championship, and proud daddy of Raelynn Hendrix…. And Ryo Sakazaki. I'll see you at Olympus."

Don Hendrix looks down, his hands together in prayer as we reach the final run. Olympus is right around the corner and it's a war were approaching for the OWA Icarus Championship.

Bobby Wheeler and Sayla have spoken. It’s such good shit!

SANCTIFICATION.
vs. WRAITH; OLYMPUS 001.

It was heard all over the wrestling news, just days before he was meant to be debuting for the small promotion paid off by Scott Oasis’ pockets, that it would head into a temporary hiatus for the foreseeable future. His time was halted, his time felt wasted because of this sharp left turn taken, and – once again – he had nothing left within him.

All of the months that he has spent working on making the next leap in his career and he’s halted by fault. However, all of those months wasted means it was back to the drawing board, trying to figure out the next course of action in his career as well as his life. For a man like him, he couldn’t afford to simply lay back and work on just traveling through multiple countries in Europe. He had to make a move, and make it fast, but options were limited. Viable, but often untrustworthy. If there was one thing that needed to change, it was himself. He needed to change his attitude. Marcé was willing to give up hope for the longest time, he was willing to give up being the man he was destined to be, he was ready to give up his ventures.

Although, he could never give everything up with his whole ventures. His son, his biggest fan, was the one reason that he always pushed forward with his ventures. It was his only reason, it was enough for him. Marcé knew that leaving him for a long time would replicate some damage towards the bond that they have for one another. To break that family relationship to pursue dreams and ambitions, it hurts to even think about. Marcé looked down at his youngest son, picking him up into his arms and smiled. But then, his son asked a question that left him a little bit shaken. Stunned to silence. The worry began to settle in on those words.

“Papa, quand reviendras-tu?”
(Dad, when are you coming back?)

And for the first time in a very long time, he didn’t have an answer for him and that scared Marcé to his core.

* * * *

This world continues to bring forward people to ‘scare me’, but I am nowhere near merely amused by this.

I have spent my time on this earth looking to find someone that’ll give me that scare, give me that trembling feeling, but nobody has been able to accomplish that kind of emotion to spike. Nobody has been able to secure that kind of accomplishment within me. Though, my son did once. Recently, to be exact. He asked me a question, I didn’t know how to answer it, and I always wanted to feel as if I had an answer for everything. I’ve had the unpleasant notion of seeing what happens to many who come onto this brand, I know who might come out alive or dead, and that irked me a little but not enough to make it stand out as me being ‘scared’, per se. I’ve seen death, that doesn’t scare me but it– it, somewhat, does bother me a little.

And I have seen death take place upon this brand. I will not allow myself to fall victim to that same treatment. However, I’ve heard of the name that seems to be roaming around as of late – an opponent, a victim of what’s to come, someone with the name of Wraith. I am nowhere near phased by this wraith. A vision of someone’s past does not tend to scare me at the slightest, especially for someone that doesn’t even become a vision of my own past. No specter should make me shake, make me worried, make me feel terrified in some way.

I like to keep things short and sweet, to the point, and that’s how Wraith is to me. There’s nothing unique to him, he’s just a pretend shadow of someone, and there’s nothing to be worrying about. After all, shadow or not, everyone will fall the same way. People will suffer pain the same as anyone else does. Wraith, this weekend will begin with the barrel being cocked back and a bullet going right into the back of your head. Every single caliber going right into you. And all you’ll be?

A dead ghost.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Bobby Wheeler and Sayla have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 15th 2023, 9:54 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

The Dampshaw Estate has been cleaned up, at least in the main ballroom. Where once was scattered bricks and mortar, now sits the fireplace that was so proudly displayed in the centre of the room. The shattered chandelier that was smashed all over the floor has been replaced for a new one. All the furniture and other objects have been removed from the room as well. In its place there's a table with two chairs on opposite sides facing each other. Reginald sits across from Hatchet Gully. They’re both sharing a drink of whiskey. Both men look around the empty ballroom before they speak to each other.

"I appreciated what you said to For The Minorities." Reginald says, taking another sip from the glass. "It took a lot to stand up to them like that. I never doubted your toughness obviously but you showed me something with that.”

Hatchet shrugs and takes a drink of the whisky.

“It’s all good.” He says matter of factly. “Those fools don’t speak for me. I’m tired of them walking around thinking they represent me. They don’t represent me and they never did.”

Reginald smirks and chuckles.

“And Giovante Reese. He’s one hell of a salesman, isn’t he? Hell, he almost had me convinced in Kenny Drake’s office that he actually believed the dross he was spewing. Trying to start a revolution, is he? Ridiculous. He’s only in it for the money and clout and he can’t even be honest about it. Like you told DT and Raivo, this between us has nothing to do with race. You’ve surpassed. We’ve surpassed that. We’ve evolved from such trivial things and for the three of them to try and bring us down to that level, into the dirt with them is disrespectful.”

Hatchet nods.

"And I know you and Jimmy understand. I can acknowledge that my words and teachings can be…esoteric at times but I believe that you both can see what we’re doing here…"

Reginald says as he finishes off his drink and puts the glass on the table. “I know you do. Jimmy craves danger and violence which is something we need but he’s impulsive. He’s like a rabid dog that strikes without thought. But you, I can see it in your eyes that you truly understand. Gothenburg is the first piece of the puzzle. We’re taking those World Tag Team Championships and bringing them back here.”

Hatchet nods again.

"It’s time to show Giovante, DT and Raivo that you’re more than just one of my ‘lackeys’. We’re all one here and now it is your opportunity to prove that.”

Hatchet finishes his drink and looks at Reginald with a deadly serious look on his face.

“What really pisses me off about FTM is that they thought they could just sweet talk me because we share the same skin colour. Like I’m some sort of factory farmed Negro. Like I’m just going to lay down to them over what? Solidarity? I don’t know these motherfuckers and I sure as hell don’t owe them anything. I didn’t really care about fighting them before. We’d go in, beat them, take the Tag Team Championships and be done with it, but now? Now I want to beat some sense into both of their dumb asses.”

Hatchet finishes his drink and quickly gets up out of his seat. Hatchet starts pacing around the room. Reginald watches him with a huge grin on his face like a proud parent.

“That’s the focused aggression we need! They’re not going to fool us thinking they want what’s good for “their people”. What’s good for everyone is The New Dawn. We are striving for pure equality for every living thing in this universe. An alchemical synergy of consciousness. We’re going to do this, Hatchet. We’re going to show For The Minorities and Giovante Reese just a little taste of Albion before shutting them out forever. Cast aside. Outside paradise like fallen angels. They asked for this and we will deliver it in abundance.”

A Few Days Later

Gothenburg, Sweden

Reginald and Hatchet walk down the streets of rainy, bustling Gothenburg. The two men have just finished eating lunch together at a restaurant before walking through the rain to get to their next destination: Masthugg Church. There they meet up with a camera crew for OWA.

"Thanks for meeting us here, Reginald." One of the cameramen says. "What can we do for you?"

"Just press record, get the levels correct and shut your mouths. Understood?" Reginald responds curtly.

The group nods as Reginald and Hatchet wait for the crew to be ready. It takes them a few minutes, but soon the red light is on and Reginald begins to speak.

"Look at this place! Beautiful, rich landscapes and a culture full of history and beauty. Just look at this striking piece of architecture. A glorious example of Swedish history..."

Reginald's almost phony, smiling countenance quickly changes to a deadly serious look.

"But this is a history I don't subscribe to. You see, this is a Catholic church and here in Europe, we were once Pagans. Polytheists. We worshipped the old gods and believed in spirits that resided within everything around us." He says with an air of reverence. "We were happy living untainted and free in the wood, giving thanks to thousands of entities and deities beyond mortal comprehension. Then the Christians came. Came marauding and speaking of their one true God. Their white God. And they won. Sound familiar? You see, Giovante, DT, Raivo. The three of you act like your people are the only ones who had something taken from them. I know what you all think of me. You see me in my nice suits and my smug air about me and you think I’m some sort of…supremacist. But you couldn’t be farther from the truth. When I first saw Hatchet in Death Graps, I didn’t see an inferior black man that I needed to use, I saw in his eyes a man who could see the truth. He could see around corners. He could smell fear off another man’s breath. Just like me. Yes, I admit looking at my past associations, it can look…Teutonic. Adelmar Sauer, a giant German man. Demis Polymeros, a colossal Greek god. But you know what? Neither man had the intelligence, fortitude or strength under pressure than Hatchet.”

Hatchet nods with a smile on his face as Reginald continues.

"I just want you to know that you could have been one of the chosen to walk in the light of The New Dawn, but you took that from yourselves. And when we take the Tag Team Championships away from you, there’s no inequality. No discrimination. No favouritism. It’s your own fault. Vi ses på söndag.”

Reginald and Hatchet both smirk as Reginald signals for the camera crew to cut. They both don’t thank or say anything to the crew and leave them to tear down their equipment.

Re: OWA Promos February 15th 2023, 9:51 pm by **DarkCircle**

{The screen brightens and we find ourselves in a wooded area somewhere in the Hagaparken park in Soina Sweden and after a few moments of the camera showing us the historic and ornate buildings intermixed with the trees and natural parkland, the camera comes to a stop upon Ryo Sakazaki as he walks through the park with his hands inside the pockets of his Riberia jacket}

Ryo: For all of the insisting that I'm the one "obsessed" here, Brandon, you're the one that is seeming to be foaming at the mouth just speaking about me while I simply state the facts like any other sane or insane person would.

The truth of the matter is that the only person that I'm actually "obsessed" with, if you want to use that term, is my lovely girlfriend and nobody else.. even though you seem to be insisting that I'm "obsessed" with you.

But as for me being "insane", you're just *now* catching onto this?

I mean seriously, you have to be at least a little bit "insane" to be in a profession where you beat another person up while screaming about guys named "Justin Sane" or "Darkane" or what have you...so that's nothing new there, sunshine.

But in all of my promos, past or present, have you ever heard me call myself a "savior", let alone a "hero"? Nor have I insulted your family's heritage because that would just be a really fucking lazy attempt to get heat... oh wait, you've already just gone down that fucking path also.

Seriously BRANDON, how many cliches are you going to bring into one fucking simple promo?

But as for you being in the "mafia", I don't believe that for one fucking second because it's a gimmick that I've seen done in every promotion that I've been in since I've debuted in this sport and *YES*, you are the fucking EIGHTH MOTHER FUCKER TO CALL HIMSELF THE "DON" OF THE MAFIA SINCE I STARTED!!

{Ryo stops and takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes and tries to calm himself for a moment before he opens his eyes again and we see the anger and the madness there, burning steadily in those eyes}

Ryo: Also you're not better than me because you're still stuck in your fucking little cocoon of *SUCK* that you claim that you've broken out of, Brandon. While I'm out there, busting my ass across multiple promotions, and still being the undefeated Strong Style Wrestling United States Heavyweight champion...you're here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, screaming at the top of your puny little lungs about how "your mafia connections are real and how you're gunna whack me over them"...

And you call yourself "better" than me?

The only thing that you're "better" than me at is being delusional.

The only thing that's gonna be ripped apart at Olympus is your sense of reality because I'm going to be the one that yanks the Icarus championship away from your unworthy hands and put your ass below guys like Landerson and Osterland..you know, the guys that joined this roster and actually fucking *FIGHT* for their spots on each and every goddamn card, just like *ME* and just like *YOU*, they are hard working mother fuckers while assholes like *YOU* seem to pitch a fucking crying fit when you're not in the main event of the fucking show.

Plus you keep going on and on and fucking on about how I keep losing to you and yet, you keep forgetting that every time that I've "lost" against you recently-it was either in a multi man match or you inject your nappy ass into my business, but when it comes to a one on one match, I still hold a solid score of victories over you.

But I can tell that none of this matters to you because you’re more obsessed with how our mutual past has once again lead us to a one on one meeting and how much I apparently fucking suck, so let’s get down to brass tacks shall-fucking-we?

{Ryo stops walking and runs both of his hands through his short blonde hair for a moment, closing his dark eyes once more as he tries to keep whatever cool remains in the “Grinning Demon”s body but finally he just shakes his head as his eyes snap open}

Ryo: Are you FUCKING kidding *me*, Brandon?!

I mean seriously?! You can’t come up with anything fucking new other than trying a “mafia twist” to the same old fucking song and dance that everyone else in this company that hates or at the very least me when they have to stand across from me in that ring?!

“Oh you suck, you lose so much”

“You are a waste of space on this roster because you fucking suck so much!”

“You aren’t even worth the touch of an STD ridden ring rat!”

“I’ll get the thanks of your family for finally ripping you in half and killing you for it”

I mean honestly, has that seriously worked in the past *TWO* *FUCKING* *YEARS* that I’ve been on this company’s roster??!! I’ve had everyone claim that they’ll be the one to run me out of this company and YET….I’M STILL *HERE*!!!

I’ve had people say that I’ll never hold a championship, and yet here in the OWA I have held *TWO* *DIFFERENT* *FUCKING* *CHAMPIONSHIPS*!!!!

Right now, I feel the need to apologize to the businessman side of Scott Oasis and the other fine people who work on these shows because of the sheer amount of F-Bombs that I’m about to drop here in this promo, but fucking Evil Baby Demon Jesus, Brandon, you really know how to annoy people.

Maybe that’s why you *SUCKED* so hard in the last company that you worked for and still *SUCK* now to this very day because you’re so fucking annoying…never mind that your entire array of wrestling moves makes one think that all you did was copy some shit current extremely awful wrestling roster member’s moves and lay claim to them for your own…I mean just like I said earlier, I’ve run into so many people laying claim to the fucking “I’m a mafia Don” gimmick across the globe that I’ve honestly lost track!

By the way, let’s take a look at my track record for a moment shall we?

I am currently not only a co-holder of a world tag team title in another promotion but my team has been undefeated since winning the fucking things at the start of last summer, I’m also still the reigning and undefeated Strong Style Wrestling US champion and I can promise you that you’ll never get a shot at my title because only *REAL* wrestlers like Arata Asakura and Jeff X get shots at it while little piss bitches like yourself can only sit there and fucking *WISH* that you were REAL ENOUGH…to be like them.

But I get, Brandon, you only see the lies that your enfeebled mind wants you to see. You’ve been a joke for so fucking long, that your mind is so rotted and full of cancerous lesions…that you can’t understand that while I have hit road bumps in my time here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance…that do more than what you can think.

I mean the only reason why I lost my rematch for the Prestige title is because your jealousy knew no bounds…and yes, you’re jealous. You're jealous of a guy like me, a guy who has the talent to do whatever the fuck he wants to do with it and the only thing holding me back, is the fact that I keep getting into this shitty little arguments with no talented little fuckabouts like you who are only here to fill up space and eat the free catering.

You know all of those screaming fans that show up to each and every edition of Olympus, I give those fans, be it they hate me or love me, every ounce of fucking energy that I have just like I give every ounce of blood and sweat and tears against whomever the front office throws up against me, *EACH* and *EVERY* single *TIME* because that’s the kind of wrestler that I am, that’s the kind of MAN that I am, Brandon. You keep throwing my losses into my face like they fucking mean something to me, but in case you haven’t fucking noticed yet I’M.STILL.HERE!

And not only am I still here but in just a couple of more days right over there in Stockholm Sweden, in front of all these Swedish wrestling fans, I’m going to turn the page and I’m going to kick your ass all over that fucking ring as I give away every ounce of energy that I possess to beat you down until my knuckles are broken and bloodied, until I have no more teeth because I left them all buried in your scrawny, pencil neck THROAT and once I’ve got you laid out to rest right there in the middle of that ring, Brandon, then and only then will I let you take that three second suntan trip as I reclaim the OWA Icarus Championship for the SECOND time again.

Because while you wanna go out there and play “star” again, I’m going to be the one that always goes out there and *wrestles*, just like I have done since day one, and this time when I beat you and yes, I am going to *beat* you Brandon, I don’t want you to come throwing yourself into my affairs anymore.

After I beat your sorry, broken fucking ass on Olympus, I want you to do exactly like what Remington Ivory Prescott has done himself….and just *disappear*.

Do not pass go. Do not pass two hundred dollars.

Just *Disappear*.

Otherwise I’ll be forced to do the one thing that I’ve sworn that I’ll never do and go broadway, go into business for myself as I will dig one big fucking hole which I will then pitch you and what will be left of your worthless career into before I do one last thing…and simply buried you alive, kicking and screaming until there is no breath left in your body, *Brandon*.

{Ryo then stops for a moment and closes his eyes one more time, taking several deep breaths to try and get the fire out of his lungs for a few seconds before he opens his eyes one more time}

Ryo: I hope that you're ready for this to end at Olympus, Brandon. Because I want you to bring me my championship, kiss your daughter one last time, and get ready to go down that path of hell with me one last time because this week I will turn the page and as your daughter will learn, Brandon, that there is a monster at the end of her daddy’s book.

That monster is *me*.

My name is Ryo Sakazaki.

And hate me or love me, I am going to leave Olympus with either my championship slung over my shoulder or your head in my hands.

Either way, I *win*.

We’ll see you at Olympus, Brandon. Don’t be late.

{The screen fades to black as Ryo resumes his walk}

Bobby Wheeler has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 15th 2023, 9:20 pm by The Wizard

So Says The Fucking Wizard

I have been across time. I have seen all manner of things, truly I believe I am one of very few that could say they’ve seen it all, done it all, etcetera etcetera. I’ve shared tables with some of the most famous people in history, done shots with long-dead rock stars, fucking partied with Hugh Hefner. No amount of money in the world could afford half the experiences I have had, and now? Now I’ve opened up a completely different realm. Or at least, opened myself up to it.

Everybody else is fucking it all up by themselves.

The multiverse. An infinite spread of infinity. How does one even begin to describe it?

Spoilers. You can’t describe it. It’s just everything, everywhere, all at once. Indescribable.

I have barely begun to scratch the surface of the multiverse, and though I have countless questions that may or may not be answered, I know wholeheartedly I’ll get an answer to this one without even needing to leave this universe behind.

What the fuck is a Thunderbastard?

Bobby Wheeler has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 15th 2023, 8:43 pm by Dani Fatale

DURING THE LAST ODYSSEY

Dr Bethany Hastings and Leona had their way with Cassie Wu post match, until Dani Fatale attempted the save. However, that’s all it was - an attempt. As soon as Fatale hit the ring, Leona hit her with a Pounce that immediately stopped any attempt at helping. It was a message sent to the Odyssey roster, specifically Felix, but it was a message that neither Dani or Cassie were going to let slide any longer.

We’re taken backstage later in the night. Medicinal has completed their evaluations of Dani and Cassie, and now we find our sleepy hero - Cassie Wu - sitting on her own in the loading area, waiting for the Uber away from the venue.

“Hey, how are ya’ feeling?” A voice tore Cassie’s focus away from staring off into the distance. She turned to look over her shoulder, finding that Dani Fatale had approached her.

Cassie didn’t verbally respond, only offering a shrug. Dani knew that there was some disappointment, how could there not be? Dani moved closer, slinking down onto the bench sitting next to Cassie.

“Look. I’m sorry my attempt to help you backfired. But I had to do something, I couldn’t sit back and watch them bully you. It’s people like Hastings and Leona that ruin the passion that people like you and I have for this business. Sure, I didn’t succeed in stopping them, but the effort was there. Someone’s gotta’ do something, ya’ know?” She said as her eyes focused on Cassie.

Cassie remained silent. What was going through her head, we’ll never know, but Dani was determined. “I’m going to do something. I don’t give a crap how highly Hastings thinks of herself. Same goes for Thotyssey, Hex Girls, Grace and Karlson; it doesn’t matter to me - they will all have karma coming back to slap them across the face, and karma comes from Dani Fatale.”

“Listen. You’re a student of the War Room Dojo, cousin to one of the best to ever lace up the boots in Stephanie Matsuda. Everyone, including myself, looks up to and respects her, her talent, and everything she’s accomplished. When I watch you in the ring, I see shades of Cloud. You can be just as good as she was, I will safely bet on that. And myself? I come from The Plant in San Diego. The same Plant that produced such talent as Noah Reigner and Tyler Wolfe. We both have the training to be stars in this industry. Do you want that, or do you want to just be the cousin to Cloud? The cousin who just lays around and naps, or the cousin who exceeded any expectations ever had of her? If I were you, it would be an easy choice.” Dani said, her lips curling into a smile.

In the distance, a car turned into the parking lot and began to drive toward where Cassie and Dani sat. After spotting the vehicle, knowing in her heart that it was the Uber Cassie was waiting for. Cassie remained silent still, through all of Dani’s talking and even through the sight of the approaching car. Dani exhaled sharply and stood up, “Sleep on it, Cassie. Let me know. I think together, you and I could be a great team.”

She offered Cassie a reassuring hand to her shoulder, before Dani turned and walked back into the venue.

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

“What can Cassie and I accomplish together?”

“Whatever we want, is the answer. Cassie is a War Room Dojo graduate, I come from the same training facility as former Immortal Heavyweight Champion, Noah Reigner, and current JET Strong champion Tyler Wolfe. Why does that matter, you ask? Because one of my opponents for this upcoming tag team match has a close relationship with one, and knowledge of the other. I’m talking about you, Ruri. You know something? I like you. You have heart, you have passion, you have the talent when you apply yourself. Since Noah was a big deal at the Plant in San Diego, we watched his Corsair run in Japan with you by his side. We watched as you and he held the tag team championships together, him helping build your career more and more as time passed. And then, of course, I watched as you fought for and earned the Corsair name in JET, coincidentally enough, facing off against Miss Wolfe. You’ve shared the ring with both fellow Plant graduates, so you know exactly what I am capable of Ruri. You know that I have the same background as Tyler, as Noah, and that when it comes down to it; I have that same passion and fire that both of them have as well.”

“The sentiment is the same, though. I like you, you like me - the only difference is, I’m not forced to be in this match with someone I don’t like. Better yet, with someone I can’t trust. Cassie and I have respect for one another, we can rely on each other. We’ve went to battle, we’ve tested ourselves against each other and I can assure you that we’re not going to break in the face of you and Rin. I don’t care if Havoc is or isn’t involved. The respect, the commitment and the bond that Cassie and I share won’t waver. Do I question the strength of your team? Of course. Clearly you don’t want any part of it, so why should I shake in my boots? Because you said the name Havoc? I know the lore, I know the legacy and I know everyone around here is scared of Havoc, as they should be. But there’s kinks in the armor of this team, and the major one is - as you said - Rin doesn’t respect you. A team cannot work if respect isn’t established. A team cannot work if it consists of player and pawn. Unfortunately for you, Ruri, you’re the pawn here. A little girl to do Rin’s bidding. A little girl to do Havoc’s bidding.”

“Shame, really. Imagine if you were the same badass Ruri Kuzunoha that carried, waved, and won back that Corsairs flag; imagine if you were the same badass Ruri Kuzunoha that has lit up the Japanese scene. You could have been a formidable opponent and an even better ally. But, instead Cassie and I are stepping up against an uninterested, ‘forced to work’ Ruri Kuzunoha who seemingly has to put in effort in fear of repercussions. Instead we have to deal with a Ruri Kuzunoha who doesn’t want any part of this match.”

“Considering the fact you don’t want any part of this match; claiming you're a hostage, someone who just exists to do the work for someone else - you’re pretty confident. Claiming that you’re better than Cassie and I. More experienced? Without a question. But, better? That’s a bold claim, and it’s one I’m going to test, and I will have fun doing so. Could I lose? Of course, but you can’t test yourself without stepping up to bigger named opponents, right? That’s exactly what I’m doing. Former SSW Tag Team Champion, the former Corsair, and now Havoc’s new little plaything. I will say that I respect what you’ve done, Ruri, but that respect is gone the second Cassie and I march down to the ring.”

“And then there’s Rin. I have knowledge about Ruri because of the time she spent in companies with fellow Plant graduates. You, though? I know what I’ve seen here in OWA. How you’re regulated to henchwoman for Hana. How you have to do Hana’s dirty work, attacking your former ally Nami so the she-bitch could take the opportunity to turn Nami into pink mist. I know you’re the future daughter of Arata, but do you want to know what else I know? That none of that really matters much to me. Ruri was crystal clear when she said that Hana pulls the strings and when she said that this is a must win for you both, more-so than it is for me and Cassie. You would have some serious repercussions to deal with if you disappoint, am I right? But then again, that’s all you have been -- isn’t it?”

“Failed to win the Goddess Championship, tarnishing the sterling legacy that Arata has built from his hard work. His futuristic daughter couldn’t get the job done like he had so many times before. I’m sure daddy-dearest must have been a little disappointed that the load he dropped didn’t produce a better daughter. But hey, can’t win ‘em all right? I know I’ve had a grand total of two matches in this company with a split record, but I can damn sure say that I’m all in on this. I’m all in on this team with Cassie, and I know with her by my side, we’re going to take on whatever challenges come our way; including you, Ruri and Hana if she decides to show up. Whether or not I’ve had an extensive career, I know that I have all of the passion in the world for this industry and, coupled with the fact that I’ve only been here a short period of time and have already grown tired of all of the bullshit going on, the determination to bring change to this roster; I can get past the two of you.”

“That is; if the both of you are woman enough to do this straight up. No magical demon bullshit. No outside help. Ruri wants to claim to be the better team, then prove it. Am I willing to bet that it’ll be like that? Not at all, I’m not stupid. I’m expecting some Hana or Havoc inspired bullshit - and if that’s what you think you need to beat us, then you aren’t really better - are you? What I am willing to bet on, though, is that should this stay legit; Cassie and I are more than capable of handling you two, and that’s exactly what we’re gonna’ do.”

“I asked the question before; what can Cassie and I accomplish together? That’s easy.”

“Defeating the Golden Dawn, and beginning our path to correct this shitshow.”

Jeff X, Rebecca Filth, Sayla and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 15th 2023, 5:18 am by **Jessie B.**

(Jessie B.is seen partying in The Bahama Mamas with his hoes as usual with The Taureau standing just….being there)

Jessie B.: Hohoho! Hohos makes Jessie B. happy xD

The Taureau: ….

Jessie B.: C'mon try to dance once in a while, The Taureau!

The Taureau shakes his head. So sad :/

Jessie B.: Aww….you make this pimp sad :/

The Taureau: xD

Jessie B.: Fine! Ok hohos, JES-SIE-B is going to return in a couple of minutes, until then, do continue the dances! Papa Jessie loves all the hohos!

Jessie B. goes to his office as The Taureau follows him

Jessie B.: You know what, The Taureau? JES-SIE-B is going to have not one but two matches in his agenda! Now this Olympus, JES-SIE-B is going to have a chance to gain a late number for The Thunderbastard!

The Taureau nods

Jessie B.: So, so, in this battle royal, let's see, DEMARION is my friend and he loves hohos! JES-SIE-B loves hohos too but DEMARION doesn't experience them everyday, so he'll enjoy JES-SIE-B's hohos! El Landerson loves hohos too I believe! Jeremiah McGuire seems to love hohos too! The Wizard is too busy with magic stuff, so he'll get his first hohos experiences. JES-SIE-B is helping him to lose his virginity! And Corey Matthis is a hard working guy, probably the most pure guy in this match, but he loves hohos! Everybody loves hohos!

The Taureau: ….

Jessie B.: Well you love the Planet Barnyard's hohos that look ugly but whatever makes you happy!

The Taureau: xD

Jessie B.: And when everyone is drowning with the hohos, JES-SIE-B is going to win this match! JES-SIE-B loves hohos but hohos loves JES-SIE-B too! They are going to make JES-SIE-B wins!

(Camera fades to black)

Bobby Wheeler has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 14th 2023, 12:30 pm by **Dr. Bethany Hastings**

RESTLESS

The time is approaching midnight on Valentine’s Day, and Dr. Bethany Hastings can’t sleep. The day passed pleasantly enough: lavish gifts, an expensive dinner, a stage-show and a moonlit walk around the city, accompanied by their security detail. Once her duties in the bedroom were completed, she waited just long enough for her husband to fall asleep before making her way down the hall to her private study. And now, she’s alone again. Even Leona is nowhere to be seen. Bethany sits at her desk, face lit up by the pale blue light of the laptop in front of her.

‘I should be asleep. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this kind of excitement. A vague tingle of inexplicable anticipation is making itself known, in a brain I’d long-ago trained to favor logic and stoicism. How curious.’

A video plays on the screen, Bethany only half-paying attention to it, her eyes blurry and tired from overuse and lack of sleep. It’s the last minutes of the Promethean Chamber match. Not the first time she’s watched the replay this evening.

‘I’m looking for something in these tapes, but what is it? Some sort of explanation? Who are you, Felix? What made you this way? No matter how many tapes I watch, no matter how many of your long-winded, sexualized speeches I subject myself to, the answers I seek remain elusive.’

Bethany hits the laptop’s space bar, pausing the video just as the Sparks champion goes for the winning pin. She moves the mouse to another, unopened file. Felix Hartley’s latest statement, released ahead of their upcoming title match. She stops short of clicking it. In one swift motion, she stands up and moves towards the antique mirror on the other side of the room. There is a malevolent look to her reflection, caused in some part by the flickering flames of the fireplace. She stands unmoving, almost unbreathing, watching herself in that mirrored surface as the cogs and gears of her mind grind inexorably.

‘Can you hear it, Felix? Or are your ears consumed by the moans and screams of whoever you’ve decided to shack up with tonight? The clock is ticking... ticking away your last days as a champion. Your last few hours in the spotlight are slipping away from you, even as you revel and soak in it. Are you too blind, deaf and dumb to realize it? Or are you choosing to cope the same way you’ve always done in your life, by drowning your mind in hedonistic overindulgence, running from the reality of your situation into a fantasy world of your own creation?

I haven’t listened to your little speech yet. I have a few things to say, first, and I didn’t want my thoughts to be tainted by whatever provocations you’ve seen fit to direct at me. Because, Felix, this isn’t about me, or us, or even this match on the horizon. And while I hate to feed your narcissism – it seems to have a fairly substantial diet without my assistance – I have to admit that this is all about you.

You, and the trouble you’ve gotten yourself into. I’m impressed. I deal with suicidal patients regularly, but I can’t recall the last time I’ve seen someone rush to their own destruction with such gleeful, uncaring abandon. I refuse to believe you’re not smart enough to see your situation for the disaster that it truly is. After all, you appear to be the only member of your little clique to have a functional brain. Rebecca relies on base vulgarities because she’s mentally and emotionally incapable of anything more than that. Angelina is just another brainless Hollywood bimbo who’s found success solely through her performances on the casting couch. Neither of them are anything to write home about, intellectually speaking.

But you’re different. You may play like you’re little more than the head bitch at the mean girl’s cafeteria table, but there’s more to you than what you present to the world. You’re clever in a certain fashion, well-spoken in your own way, and full of squandered potential. I’m not here to mourn the person you might have been, though. I have no interest in such hypotheticals. I’m here to discover what set you down your present path.

Oh, I could lie, and say I want to beat you just to cleanse Odyssey of the filthy fingerprints you’ve left all over a once-proud brand. Or I could tell you that the memory of Brodie Sparks deserves a better representative than you. But it’s time for the truth: my motives in this match aren’t as noble as I might have led everyone to believe.

All I want is to get my hands on you, crack open that pretty little head of yours – metaphorically or otherwise – and dig my fingers into your mind. I want to drag all your repressed memories and primal fears to the surface. I need to find out what happened in your childhood that turned you into the sort of person who throws away all their youthful potential, and settles for becoming nothing more than a series of wet holes intended for public use.

The fact remains, though. You’re good at what you do, Felix. I don’t hesitate to admit that you might have beaten me, if this match had taken place a month ago. But things change and circumstances have defeated you before I even have the opportunity to do so personally. Confused? Well, I’m only too happy to help you understand the unfortunate position you’ve stumbled your way into.

Your reality is a simple one. You’ve let all this success get to your head. Your own inability to moderate your hubris has turned into your own undoing. Rather than being satisfied with your present achievements, you’ve thrown yourself into the coming war between Frontline and their enemies. Whatever possessed you into thinking that was a wise decision? Is this the laughable idiocy of modern feminism at play? Don’t let your small victory in that mixed tag match fool you, dear. Someone like you is far too fragile to have any place in the world of men. I’m sorry to say that the upper limits of your usefulness to the opposite gender is serving as a bed warming wench. I’m sure Jeff X would agree.

Speaking of Kingdom’s bad boy-turned-slobbering simp, I hope you’re not under any illusions about your future with him. Do you even realize that he’s only using you? Even a degenerate drunk and former felon like Jeff is smart enough to realize that you’re anything but ‘wife and mother’ material. No, Felix Hartley is nothing more than a weekend fling, a cum rag – pardon the language – to be thrown on the floor and forgotten once it’s fulfilled its use. You think he’ll risk his life to save yours? You think he’s grateful for the assistance you and your friends have offered him in the coming war? You think he sees you as anything close to an equal?

And then there are your sisters-in-sin, Thotyssey. How far you’ve all come together. I’m sure you see them as family, since I doubt you have a functional relationship with your own blood. Your sad, pathetic sort seldom does. But can you really trust them? Anyone with eyes can see that the bonds holding you together have been fraying, and I’m speaking about more than the mutual violence during the Promethean Chamber. No, it goes deeper than that, all those little fractures that I discovered during our little group therapy session. Do you remember that, Felix? I’m sure you and your friends had a good laugh at the beating you inflicted, without realizing the weaknesses you revealed to me beforehand.

Perhaps you’re not as bright as I initially assumed? Well, try to keep up, anyway. Three women. Three massive egos. Three hedonistic personalities with few standards and even less common sense. Do you really believe such a union can end in anything but betrayal and tragedy? A pity, then, that the knife in your back is destined to be a surprise when it’s finally jammed in by someone you’ve come to trust.

Oh, and let’s not forget your new friendship with that heathen Marie and her little coven of freaks. Even if you’re not mistaken in placing your trust with the same woman who failed miserably to contain Havoc when she had the chance, how does Rebecca Filth feel about you dragging her rival Banshee into an alliance? What is she thinking when she sees you make decisions for the group that were once hers alone to make? How does the gutter whore deal with the frustration, looking at you and realizing you’re the thing she once pretended to be? I imagine she gets awfully jealous underneath all that makeup and Xanax, though maybe you’re too self-absorbed to notice.

Angelina is no better. If anything, I’d trust her less than Filth, if I were you. Hollywood is a breeding ground for liars and cheaters. It fosters every terrible quality in the human spirit, chief among them being deception. That spray-tanned fake will say anything she needs to, in order to get what she wants from you. She’s more than capable of lying to your face with a smile, while inside her mind she schemes after that championship of yours. Or perhaps she’s grown tired of your arrogance, and thinks she can do a better job calling the shots? It’s not outside the realm of possibility, even if you don’t want to admit it.

So, you’ve thrown yourself into the middle of a war, but you can’t even trust the people you’re in the foxhole with. What an unenviable position you’ve found yourself in... and unlike every other time in your life that you managed to skate away without consequences, you won’t get off scot-free this time. I’ll be there on Saturday to make sure of that, in my own little way.

You have no friends on Odyssey. No friends in OWA. No friends anywhere you go. Just those you use and abuse, and those who do the same to you. I haven’t even mentioned your actual enemies yet, and there are so many of those, aren’t there? For all you know, I’ve already been in negotiations with Diantha Rosso and her friends from Kingdom to ensure the next step in your fall from grace. Maybe that poor girl Presley doesn’t appreciate the way you’ve been running around with her man, and has agreed to assist me on the night in question? Or perhaps Banshee and Violet aren’t quite as forgiving as their friend, and seek to betray this new alliance at the first opportunity?

There’s really no way of knowing, is there? All you can do is show up on Saturday, get into that ring with me, and discover first-hand what punishment your own foolish mistakes have led you to. No point dwelling on possibilities, nothing to be gained by looking over the people you’ve surrounded yourself with, and wondering which of them you can trust. You can’t change what’s coming, my dear. There’s no getting off this train. Not before it reaches its destination. The last stop for Felix Hartley.

Rest well in the meantime. And please, do try to enjoy these last few days of relevance.’

Dr. Hastings’ gaze lingers on her reflection for a few seconds longer. A small, curt nod is offered to the doppelganger in the mirror, before she makes her way back to her desk, sitting down in front of her laptop once again.

‘Now, let’s see what you have to say for yourself, hm? I hope it doesn’t disappoint, I’ve waited some time for this.’

With a click, the audio begins to play, and Dr. Bethany Hastings leans back in her chair, pressing her fingers together into a steeple as the voice of Felix Hartley begins to slither out through the laptop’s speakers.

Sayla, Felix Hartley and marielacorriveau have spoken. It’s such good shit!

the queen of odyssey // 001 February 13th 2023, 5:07 pm by **Felix Hartley**

“Damn, I almost forgot I still had this thing…”

Felix smirks as she playfully smacks the OWA Sparks Championship sitting pretty over her perfectly bronzed - but still bruised - shoulder.

“253 Days later and counting. Just part of the furniture at this point… and I’m not interested in re-decorating any time soon.

This has been a long time coming for you, hasn’t it Doc? I guess if I took a psychologist’s advice and tried to EmPaThiZe with my enemy, I could see why you were so adamant to challenge me for it once you got a little confidence back after your devastating, embarrassing, humbling loss at Hardcore Havoc.

It’s almost like… it’s all you have to look forward to.

I guess I just can’t relate. In the time it took you to both win the battle royal that awarded you the opportunity of a lifetime to share the ring with me and then actually redeem your shot, I captured a World Title, made history by being in the monumentally small percentage of women who held TWO championship belts simultaneously, and won the highly regarded Promethean Chamber before slugging my ass over to Kingdom days later to score the pinfall for my team in a whole ass fucking Manchester Street Fight against the same people who cost me what was inevitably going to be another historic title reign.

So, sorry that I fucking forgot about you in the interim. I was just a bit busy fighting consecutive wars that stretch beyond both your comprehension and capability.

Wars that are far, far from being over. But as much as I love getting a good backshot, the one thing I’ll never turn my back on is being a fighting champion. I could use a good warm-up, and who better to fill that criteria than a Donald Trump dick-riding midcarder who has had all but FOUR actual matches in OWA.

In all honesty, I’d absolutely love to shit all over you about how you don’t deserve ANY fucking title shot at this point, boasting wins over people like Cassie Wu and Aaliyah Landerson - so indistinguishable from real talent that they might as well be the catering staff and I’d be none the wiser - of all people. But the truth is… I was in your position, too. Only difference is that by that time in my career I’d been holding on to this very belt for a while already. I’ve been a Champion more days than I haven’t since being signed to Odyssey, and I’d straight up rather kill myself than give up that achievement for some unoriginal evil doctor trope whose time would be better spent doing a live book reading for a handful of redneck right-wingers in the parking lot at Indigo because the owner owed her a favour.

Let’s not act like you climbed the ranks to get where you are. You were one of the selected few in what seemed like a search at the end of both worlds to find opponents who weren’t scared out of their training bras to face me. That entire battle royal you won was basically a sign-up sheet to the death of your own career. You can boast about it all you want but I’ve come to know every challenger you had on a pretty intimate level over my Odyssey career and if you dare try to sell the idea that you overcame the most powerful women in the world, you’re as schizophrenic as your clients are. Without Leona’s help, the playing field would have been depressingly leveled. That much was obvious when she plucked Ruri right off the ring apron, handing you the win on a silver platter. And just like that, you became just as anticlimactic as the rest of your competition that evening.

Matter of fact, Doc, most of them went on to accomplish bigger things after that match whereas time seemed to stand completely still for you.

Skylar Arceneaux just challenged Diantha for the Women’s World Title. Marie Bouchard just won the OWA Outlaw Championship. BIANCA’s been a fucking ghost since I maimed her and her closet lesbian obsession Ellie Quinn at Boiling Point. Devi went on to win the Goddesses Championship.

And let’s not forget about your insurmountable, world-shattering achievement…

A makeshift therapy session that completely backfired on you. A fumbled opportunity at the World Tag Team Championships. Maybe a stocked shelf full of your books…but only because nobody’s buying them.

You’re in over your head.

And you know it. I know you do. Because my praise kink could never let me forget all the nice things you said right before that battle royal. Moving your little chess pieces around assigning each Odyssey member a role on the board. You were right about most of them, but especially me.

The QUEEN of Odyssey.

The embodiment of feminine strength and allure.

The woman who has slayed every foe Llorona has sent her way.

The woman who nobody could stand a chance against..or was even worthy of.

Your words, and mine.

So forgive me for asking so bluntly - where the fuck do you get off thinking you’re the exception? You finished Aaliyah Landerson with ease, Cassie Wu too… but what else? When you were given the chance to rid yourself of the opening act status against Alyssa Grace, you choked. I find myself saying the same fucking shit to every bitch that thinks for some reason they’re the chosen one to finally beat Felix Hartley. When you get to the big leagues - it’s over. It’s funny too because you spent the last few months talking about how she was a shell of her former self. And for someone whose whole shtick revolves around getting inside people’s heads, you couldn’t even do that properly. You tried to weaken her by reminding her of Liz’s place in the Chamber, thinking you were succeeding in breaking her down before your match with her. And you still couldn’t get the job done, even with Leona! Your bodyguard…your doctorate... nothing saved you from eating that devastating loss at Hardcore Havoc to the very same woman I beat to qualify for the colossal main event that night.

Didn’t work on Alyssa, didn’t work on Thotyssey, and it sure as fuck didn’t work on me. You honestly thought you could break Thotyssey? Bethany, please. Look at the shit we have been through the past couple of months - bringing Chris Sabertooth back from the dead, the Promethean Chamber, Hana being so insecure about her fucking marriage that she turned into a fucking demon - cringe - getting revenge on For the Minorities… And at the end of it all, in the middle of the ring after I had been through actual fucking hell, Thotyssey stood tall with The Frontline AND Hex Girls…as one. Solid. Unit.

So if you thought you were waiting on a special moment to capitalize on me… Thinking that I’d be so weak and beaten down from the last month alone…Thinking that I’d be too focused on beating Diantha’s ugly mug into the fucking pavement for stealing what belongs to me to focus on you... Thinking that you’d have all the weapons you needed in Leona in your corner…

You’re dead wrong. But mostly dead.

Because now? I have half the fucking OWA payroll in my corner. Filth and Angelina were insurance enough, but now? Frontline? Hex Girls? The three most unstoppable forces in OWA joining hands and looking out for each other? You would have to be a fucking legally retarded to think you stand a chance now. I’ve given my life to AND for these people in some capacity for the last six months, and not one of them could be bothered with what happens to you. The Sparks Championship is going to stay exactly where you see it now. I refuse to part ways with it, especially now. Especially when I am still hot on the fucking heels of making history in this company. I WILL be a double champion again. It means too much to me. The day I part ways with it, you’ll know - because I’ll march right down to that ring and drop it in the middle. Dust my hands off. And still walk out of there with another championship on my other shoulder.

Honestly, this match would have more merit if it were me versus Leona, for fuck sakes. You hired this roided goon as your bodyguard to, what, intimidate people? It might’ve worked earlier in your career here but after watching her struggle to throw Alyssa through a table at Hardcore Havoc made me think differently. The table didn’t even break. That’s what you’re toting around as your token muscle? The two of you together couldn’t even wipe out the same broad I easily disposed of weeks before. You keep bragging about Llorona being in your corner but bitch that woman has been licking our clits since Thotyssey was just a whisper in the men’s locker room. She was so happy with me that I got to pick my own opponents for Boiling Point. Imagine being that big. That successful. That much of a game changer here in under a year. Couldn’t be you. Your whole bag was wanting to ‘restore order’ to Odyssey…but where were you for the last few months, then? What about when you complained Daisy Thrash was promoting ‘radical leftist’ ideas and yet it was the crushing blow of defeat after defeat by yours truly that ran her out of the company? What about when we were fighting for our fucking lives against Havoc? You don’t want that smoke, though - you just wanted to come in here with your sewn up pussy locked tight in your pantsuit and ruin the women who have single-handedly remodeled this brand. Who set the absolute standard of women’s wrestling. The women who have created history - consecutively - with a list of accomplishments longer than the dry spell your husband’s been suffering through as he jerks off to us every Saturday night, missing your airtime while he rinses the shame out of his belly button.

All this to say, you don’t fucking mean anything to this brand. You could quit tomorrow and life would go completely unchanged. You haven’t made a DENT.

You are such a tiny, insignificant piece of the puzzle, Beth. Even if I was distracted by getting revenge on Diantha, I can’t even begin to minimize the threat you pose to my focus. It’s no different than batting a gnat away from my face. I’m above your tier. I’ve been operating at an untouchable level since my debut, and to think that you, a woman with a $40,000 piece of paper and four measly matches under her belt against the world's most underachieving nepo-babies, will be the one to dethrone the QUEEN of Odyssey? It’s a story that’s too good to be true…

You’re welcome for your next best-seller, Doc.”

VaeVictisBD, Bobby Wheeler, Darkane, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen, Sayla and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 13th 2023, 4:58 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

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YOU’VE GOT YOUR DEMONS, SHE’S GOT HER REGRETS.

MALMO, SWEDEN.

God, Marie, you disappoint me.

Silly old me was sitting here, excited at the thought of finally being presented with something new. Silly old me was expecting a lot more, a lot better from someone like you. Partially because of who you are and partially because of what’s at stake for you here. But here I am disappointed and there you are, wearing a smug smile after telling me the same thing everybody and their mother has spat my way since last summer and expecting your words to be the ones that finally get me to open my eyes and lay down like a wounded animal who has no other choice but to accept that their day has arrived just because you’ve wrapped them up in a silky, spooky bow. Shame on me for expecting an original thought to exist in your mind, I suppose we can chalk it down to you and your crew being too occupied with the mess that Hana Nakajima and her demonic boy toy has unleashed because I lack the energy to make this anything more than a defence for Liz and I. Pertaining to this industry, there is a lot that I no longer find myself caring about, I do not concern myself with the opinions others have about me, both in the locker room and the crowd, I do not burden myself with the task of creating alliances outside of the ones that have naturally found their way into my life and I no longer care about motivating, inspiring or uplifting anybody that isn’t myself or Elizabeth. So, if there was one thing that you got correct it is that I’m in this ‘just to say that I have done it’. To me, a fight is a fight, that’s what I’m here to do, that’s what I love to do and you should consider yourself lucky that I do not care if those who stand against me are deserving of the opportunity to do so because if I was? You and Violet would not have this chance. You may be fixated on changing the landscape of OWA for the better, your attention may be focused on saving Christopher Sabertooth but I simply do not have it in me to have such honourable ambitions any longer. Mine are selfish to the core and I’m embracing that. I want to, out of spite mainly, be the best in this entire company. I want the distance that separates me from the masses to only keep increasing and whilst I do not need a lengthy championship reign with multiple defences against multiple different opponents, it can’t hurt to have that, can it? I’m all for doing whatever I can to make myself look good and despite what everyone likes to say about me, it works. To the absolute horror of those around me, I’m still right where everybody wants to be, for better and for worse my name is still in the mouths of the people who matter, I’m still booked and busy and I’m still someone who has the ability to make anything feel important with my presence alone. A lot of you will never be able to relate. As noble as the aspirations you have are Marie, stop and think, are they genuinely realistic? The answer is no, you, Violet, Banshee, the entire Thotline connection are faux revolutionaries who preach promises and propagate pretences through your megaphones, commanding public attention. And unfortunately you will always get the public's attention, even if it's merely for a day. And the more attention you get, the more your stock balloons, and the downside to it all is that when you finally crack beneath the pressure, the world will be watching and laughing. That's what happens to faux revolutionaries. They are forced to back up their word, and when they prove to be no match against the powers that be they become the example. Such is your fate, friend.

These developments to my personality are incredibly fresh, I can admit that before and even during Hardcore Havoc, I genuinely did have intentions that benefited more than just my partner and I. But then Hardcore Havoc passed me by, I did what I said I was going to and I had a little.. epiphany. I’m not the kind of woman to take things for granted, even more so these days. The things that give me meaning, that I consider valuable, I find a means to treasure, no matter the circumstance. Perhaps there’s a world where another version of Alyssa Grace exists and allows individuals like Marie Bouchard to determine what the value of her gold means to her and just how quickly the time is ticking down. But it’s in this world, with this Alyssa Grace, who cradles her tag team championship with pride for what it means to her, how the nicks and scratches and scars across its plated body reflect her own sacrifices, that would sooner have her career ended than to allow everything she has worked so hard for to be stripped away. There are consequences for my choices. I’ve learned that multiple times throughout my career, and once again, I’m prepared to endure them. Marie, Violet, please do not delude yourself into thinking that your current positions combined with your supernatural abilities even holds a candle to the things I’ve endured and forced others to endure in and out of this company. Take a look at the ever growing list of men and women who have dreams of being the ones to keep me down and choose your favourite colour to add your names to that list once again. Even with mounting consequences for my stubborn refusal to give up the spotlight in which I stand, to allow someone else, anyone else lacking any significant value to anyone or anything whatsoever to have a taste of it - whatever the price I pay will be worth it. My standing is not something I take for granted in the ways the world hopes and believes I do. I’m not remotely concerned with what I’m against in my determination to protect what I’ve built myself into the three years I’ve been here.

Yes, you are a far more legitimate threat now in comparison to what you were the first time we danced. And I would be happy about this if your newfound and honestly, only partially impressive success hadn’t installed a.. well, a fucking annoying saviour complex into your already.. interesting mind. Do you wholeheartedly believe in the words that you preach? This season has been a little complicated for me but people continuing to act like I’m one foot in the fucking grave is childish. The only blip on my record in recent memory is the loss to your new BFF Felix which admittedly, shook me a little more than I was expecting it to. And hey, I guess parts of me should be glad that things transpired in the manner they did because look at the position Felix is in now! (One can argue that she wouldn’t be in such an.. unfortunate situation if you truly possessed the ability to dig deeper and unlock the beast that’s within, by the way. Or perhaps, she would still be in this position, perhaps even if you had what it takes to beat someone of Diantha’s calibre, you would’ve done what she did and you’d be holding the world championship right now over the outlaw title that isn’t exactly challenging to win.. but I guess we’ll never know.) But mistakes wash away, they become irrelevant. Eventually, they stop holding any kind of value, any kind of weight. My past is my past and I don’t deny it. The fact that I stand here, one of the most valued competitors on the Odyssey brand, highly sought after, highly protected, shows that the scars, the wounds have not hindered me. My past is my past and it will remain that way. My past is my past and nothing I can do can fix it. My past is my past and it has no bearing on who I am today and who you will step into the ring with this weekend. You are so blinded by everything else that is going on in your life right now that you fail to actually see what is staring you down, you cannot feel the tip of the knife that is being pressed into your chest. For whatever reason, Liz and I do not have your full attention Marie and that saddens me because we’re kind enough to devote ours to you and your partner who I temporarily forgot worked here.

Violet offers so little to the OWA that she might as well go ahead and kill her-

I kid, I kid.

This is a storybook that ants easily crushed beneath my feet can only be featured in on the pages as losers, but can never write the ending. In this story, I am the perpetual judge, jury, and executioner. One who has never questioned that there would be hurdles, or chapters that paint my career in an unfavourable light, but if anything this book is a cautionary tale against flavours of the month like Bad Meets Evil. The end may be near for me, but it’s not as close as what the world believes it to be. It makes me smile that there’s people out there foolish enough to believe that I’d ever give anybody the power to dictate the closing act of my career. I’m here until the wheels fall off the fucking wagon, and as long as they’re on the wagon? I might as well drive faster than everybody else on the road. Why not? The reality is this will be the first time Bad Meets Evil will actually have to prove themselves since the last time we squared off, no fuckery, no excuses, no “Alyssa took the easy way out.” It’s go time, Marie, Violet, and shit’s about to get real. When Liz and I saunter down that aisle and we nonchalantly walk up those steel steps and enter the ring, the two of you are going to be looking into the eyes of the standard setters for this division, two women with quite possibly more greatness ahead of them than behind them. When the bell rings this weekend, one team has something to prove to the world, and one team has nothing to prove to anybody but themselves. Guess which is which, You can repeat it — “I know we can beat #TPOIV, we’re going to win, we’re going to prove we’re the best” — over and over again ad-nauseam, but at a certain point time reality will set in, and when it does, you’ll know… Immediately. I’m not fucking around, and I’m not here to be an accessory to another masturbatory feel good title run for the fan favourties, I’m here to fucking retain. I’m here to keep doing everything that everybody thinks I am no longer capable of doing. In some ways, I guess I can say that I enjoy still being underestimated, as frustrating as it can be to sit here and repeat myself to deaf cunts who just don’t get it from time to time, there’s very little that matches the serotonin that flows through my bloodstream when I see the expression on the faces of those I’ve vanquished, when the realisation that Alyssa Grace has still got it because she never lost it can be a hard pill for some to swallow but I’m kind enough to make sure that neither Marie or Violet choke on this. They’ve still got to save the world or some bollocks like that, right? Wink

Marie may like to say that I’m wilting but I like to say that I’m combusting. And when this ticking time bomb inevitably explodes?

She’s taking any and everyone she can right down with her.

That’s a promise.

VaeVictisBD, Bobby Wheeler, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen, marielacorriveau and Violet Cunningham have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 13th 2023, 4:41 pm by **Noah Krieger**

KINGDOM— PROMO #1 | YOU'RE A SCUMBAG.

Who Am I?

In the past couple of weeks, I’ve continuously asked myself this from a distance, and have sincerely hoped that an answer would come eventually — and it did. I’ve never been the kind of the man who’d take pity on someone else’s failure, especially when they admittedly fought their heart out throughout the entire duration of their dire attempts, which is why this won’t be any different. For all the promises I made ahead of Hardcore Havoc V, there’s a certain sense of disappointment that comes with the inability to find success when it truly matters, especially when the top of the mountain is only available to select individuals — and isn’t open to failure.

All of my energy for the past three months, whether it was utilized in a relatively sufficient manner or not, it’s all been exhausted on one thing only, the OWA Outlaw Championship! For a simpler individual, one less capable of realizing that perseverance is what builds a competitor’s strength and character — they might sit idly by and watch along as their spot is officially taken. However, in all honesty, while I truthfully held the aforementioned championship belt with the utmost of pride, and only desired to build it into something much bigger than myself, a championship reign that we could all be proud of when it comes to its conclusion, and now that it’s over — I’ve realized the true importance of this specific journey. For over 100 days, this championship reign has been has been a blessing disguise, no matter the path that was took to reach the finish line, I’m now fully prepared to to move onto a new chapter of this journey, one where the championship doesn’t define me in the slightest, but rather depending on myself, and not allowing failure to keep me grounded is crucially important. I may not currently wear gold around my waist, but my desire to become the finest within this promotion, this industry, it doesn’t fade away.

With this being said, it doesn’t bother me that you aren’t aware of my existence, because y’see, I didn’t enter this line of work for the fame or the glory, but rather because of the love I hold for our rich sport. Nothing has changed since I decided to step through the doors of OWA, my obvious desire to be known as the Best In The World is what continues to fuel me each and every time I step into the squared circle, and for most individuals this might not have much importance to them — but for me, it’s all that matters. So whether you are aware of me or not, it isn’t important in all honesty, because whether or not you’re willing to believe it, there isn’t a need for anyone else’s approval, not if you prove your worth before perceived judgment begins to settle in. However, it seems that you’ve already done so, but for someone who doesn’t feel the need to research my career, or the past that I’m incredibly proud of — you’ve managed to dismiss all of it.

Ignorance is built off of our actions, but for you Nate? You absolutely reek of it.

Listen to me for a moment, for an individual who claims to not have any intention to learn my history — you sure are quite comfortable dismissing my past, almost as if it didn’t matter in the first place. I’ve met so many other individuals that are incredibly similar to you, those who believe that they shouldn’t take the time to understand where I’ve come from, what I have to offer, and honestly, I’m sick of it. You’re right on one point though, this industry has become my natural escape for the past half a decade, and it has given me a purpose to continue climbing the ladder of success, which is not something everyone strives for. Y’see, while you might believe that love for this promotion is some well-designed joke, that my desire to reach a level of success that once seemed nothing more than a faint reality, could only be described as any other. However, traveling across the world to improve and master my craft has always come with a price, hasn’t it? To become the best version of yourself, you have to remember that when the dust settles, everyone else’s beliefs don’t matter in the slightest, and the only opinion that truly matters — is your own. So while you may believe that nothing has changed, that when looking at the general landscape of this promotion, there isn’t anything special that appeals to the eye, but that’s where you're wrong.

There isn’t a bone in my body that is ashamed of where I’ve come from, the path I’ve taken, nor what I clearly represent.

Y’see, carefully listening to your selected dialogue this evening, it only continues to remind me of the times I traveled around the world, only having the simple ability to dream of making it to the promised land —- but it wasn’t by pretending to be someone else, entirely. I’ve had the beautiful privilege of accomplishing all I have without betraying my own character, my way of life, so the fact that nothing has changed isn’t a statement of detriment — working harder than most shouldn’t be considered a crime, but rather a rite of passage. In all honesty Nate, I don’t need your respect, but the fact of the matter is that you still believe that people like me, those who put absolutely everything into the craft, they aren’t worthy of sharing the squared circle with you. I held the championship associated with the most diligent competitors within this promotion for over three months, and if I could do it all over again — I’d do it in a heartbeat. That being said, when you look at me, all you might see is the man who was unable to keep his promises to those who cared for him the most, someone who hasn’t contributed to society in the past, with the future looking bleak at best. However, you don’t want to see me succeed on Sunday night, you’d rather see the future fall flat on the canvas — like a bird flying straight towards a closed window — and that explains it all.

Nothing has changed here due to your own actions, not anyone else’s, you feed off of selfishness.

There’s no excuses for someone like me, who risked absolutely everything to reach this point, and in doing so, you must understand that in the aim to accomplish my tasks, my goals, the hunger and drive to remain on top of the food chain still remains true. Nonetheless, for someone like you, who only sees the universe in a one-dimensional point of view, with nobody else having any impact on you in the slightest, these conflicts that a common man might find himself struggling with — you couldn’t possibly fathom — and that’s why you’re the true drain to the system. I didn’t sleep on the unsanitized floor of the dojos I found myself training in by choice, they came out of necessity. The only possible way that I was going to manage any rate of survival within this industry, I needed to take any measures necessary to ensure that failure wouldn’t be an option, that second place didn’t come naturally. I’ve seen many like you before, and what greed can do to others when they aren’t capable of separating themselves from it — it only causes damage to them in the long run. Which is why if it hasn’t occurred thus far in your journey, if you haven’t realized that in this selfish journey that you’ve taken, it’s only a matter of time before you crash back down to reality. We’re absolutely different from one another, we aren’t cut from the same cloth, nor a similar origin — and that’s perfectly fine. Nevertheless, your consistent attempts to signify my unworthiness to share the same airspace as you has been clearly noticed, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

I am my own person, one without the need to rely on greed or selfishness to advance my status within this industry, and that’s what workrate truly means — my work alone is enough.

You may have helped birth this place, a promotion that I hold dear to my heart in many ways, a place that somehow feels like home, with the only difference being that there seems to be a future for me. I’m not one to disrespect your contributions to this company, especially not in a period where I simply wasn’t around to form a valued opinion — but don’t you dare make this mistake with me. I’ve been pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into this company ever since I stepped in the door, all for an opportunity to be looked at for more than a singular second — to be more than a simple glance. Y’see, this isn’t about your seat at the table, you can keep your reservation as far as I’m concerned, but leave a spot open for me, because whether you like it or not — I’m taking a seat in spite of you. The one thing that kept me feeling rejuvenated about the state of this sport was taken away from me due to my inability to finish the job, to originally secure the victory — but that can’t occur once again. You’re not the only one who has been forced to take an excursion through the trenches of hell to make it out on the other side as a stronger individual. You, however, can fall back onto the mere realization that your legacy can rest on its morals — as you said so clearly, you helped build this place — but if you look a little deeper, what else is there to the story?

When we begin to unfold it in plain sight, there’s much less to rave about when looking at the bigger picture, the blindspot in the rear-view mirror isn’t clear at all — and that’s your own fault, Nate. You don’t want me to be respected as a competitor, as a former champion, and that’s simply due to the reality that when looking at my rookie status, my accomplishments are worthy of being mentioned. As much as you’d like to, the desire in your veins, the blood pumping through them — it has made it quite clear that you’d love to dismiss me, but you can’t get rid of me — not today.

I understand what I’m up against, but it isn’t an immortal being, but rather the exact opposite.

I’m willing to step up to you this weekend, not because of seeing you as a superior being, nor invincible in any form — but to prove a point that couldn’t be decided in any other way. I’ve seen you fall short in your attempts before, and if you truly believe that you aren’t capable of feeling the universally despised emotion of disappointment once more — then you’re simply lying to yourself. I’m well aware of what I’m coming up against, who I’ll be looking into the eyes of come February 17th, but you aren’t what you claim to be. As I look deep into your soul, closely listening to each and every word you allow to slip off your tongue, it becomes more and more clear that you’re only a man, just like anybody else in this world, you’re capable of failure, as we’ve seen evidence of before.

In all honesty, Nate, I’ve been craving to return to the squared circle, simply for the opportunity to test myself, the itch, the desire — it’s all real. So let’s not attempt to switch up the narrative, alright? You may have yourself in a current state of delusion, but frankly, I see the truth — you’re one loss away from breaking down. Without a doubt in my mind, you aren’t anything you claim to be, and come Sunday Night Kingdom, it’s about time for you to taste a sliver of reality, and I’ll be the man to do it.

Bobby Wheeler, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2023, 9:55 pm by **Raivo**

People do you not see what is going on? Do you not see the claims that people are willing to make just so that they can feel like they got one over us. I’m not going to talk about the other match because he cool they won, they needed that win more than we did because honestly I’m not going to be responsible for someone leaving themselves in a running car with the exhaust filling their garage while they inhale and finally go to sleep forever, I ain’t fixin to have that on my conscious because they couldn’t win had they not done so. So good on them they finally did something good for their mental health, but what I want to talk about today is that prick of a man Hatchet Gully and Reginald Dampshaw the Third. Actually fuck it I don’t want to talk about Hatchet Gully because I don’t remember what he said all I know is when he was talking it felt like a fucking drone trying to zip and zoom around the room like it was fucking gnat. A man with little importance to what For the Minorities is going to do, a man with little importance to what defines Raivo, a man with little importance to try and fight DT, that is what Hatchet Gully is. And his handler, the man that probably gives himself a good ole spank bank material in his room cause he gets off on having people under servitude to him. I could go on and on about that man but boy do I not want to. I don’t want to acknowledge people I know are going to amount to nothing. I don’t want to acknowledge people I know are just using our name so that they can gain some sort of respect or sympathy from the white people around the world. People who throw money at the fucking door and throw money at their problems like that’s going to garner themselves some sort of power over the world. I don’t want to waste my time with those types of fuckers, I don’t want to waste my time with them or waste my breath. Because let me tell you they are just going to be fucking little twigs to what we have. RD3 has his coalition, a collection of people who he has to pay out his back pocket because he himself can’t bring enough talent to his bouts. He thinks he’s talented and for a while he was, he held titles, he fought with the best, but unlike everyone else he never evolved. He was always in the back seat waiting for the time to come back. Like a broken clock RD3 had his time in the sun every once in awhile and then when the shade came this man went back into hiding, waiting, watching for the light to come so he could come out, feel good about himself, and think to himself that maybe, just maybe the world is ready again for Reginald. But for years and years, the world has had enough of Reginald, the world is spinning without Reginald and if it weren’t for the fucking glove of abuse he has on Scott Oasis’s ballsack he would just be relegated to an on-air personality, a person people could come and be fine watching his ass get beat. And that would be all of Reginald, we wouldn’t have to worry about it because he would then just be another clown trying to remain relevant.

The New Dawn? The Golden Dawn? The Forever Dawn? Dawn of the Red October? We have too many goddamn Dawns in this business. So many people want to be the light of a new era, and yet they always fail because they were never ready for the fucking heat that came with it. Golden Dawn was able to do something for a bit but the white privilege started to eat them from the center and made MYOJIN side with the whites because they sucked his dick good in the back. The New Dawn is born out of that privilege and they believe that because they got money, that they entitled to becoming the best. If that was true I’d already be the best. Dampshaw got old money running out soon, while I’m still young counting my stacks and still will be richer than the old man by the time they run me out of this company. DT been doing this for years, collecting riches, being self-made, and has more to throw around just to fucking prove a point than Dampshaw has to pay his lackeys. This ain’t bout no money, this ain’t bout no privilege, this is all about Dampshaw’s need to feel superior over the minorities. Look at ole head and tell me this man didn’t have plantation owners as descendents. Look at his name and tell me his pappy didn’t participate in the slave trade way back when. This man is the poster boy of having family in the Klan and he wants to come out here and pull the few good blacks card? Nah, homie messed up with that one, homie thought he said something, thought he was spitting facts. He thinks so little of not just us, but Blacks in general. He probably mostly doesn’t give a shit about minorities, hell by how he fucking acts I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of them people who lock they cars when a person of color walks by. He wants to act all godly, act like his schtick is going to land, but really it gets tiring. Because not only am I tired of tryna break these substandard stereotypes, I am tired of coming out here, every night telling you all what happens and then you bitches acting like it don’t even when it happens in front of your fucking eyes. I am tired of being the person who has to say, the one who has to bring notice to it because it’s like when the whites do something they can do nothing wrong, but when it’s the Minorities time to shine, when it’s their time to make it through the fucking spotlight, y’all decide to say that’s some villain shit. Y’all want villains, y’all want bad guys, y’all want all us to be that boogeyman so that you can sleep at night when ya “heroes” finally win. And I’m tired of it. And this shit drove me off the fucking hinges.

This old man wants to come and talk about minorities, wants to talk about how others came in and dominated before us, but let me tell you something. What happened when they left? Carlos Rosso, is a good man but I know people bad mouth him behind his fucking back because of what they thought about his inconsistencies. Aria is a fucking legend and one of the OGs of OWA, but since she left who has been the face of Odssesy? Fucking mediocre white women who think that because they can suck some dick they are able to be the faces at the same level of those that were before them. And even then, you still got people bad mouthing her because of an agenda they believed her to have. All these respected people, you’ve named Dampshaw, are not respected behind closed doors, and hell when they left all it did was give people a chance to say that we no longer needed minorities in the spotlight. And because of that we had fucking white power groups at war with each other because they thought the other sucked. We had mediocre white bitches at war with each other because they thought the others were too slutty. This was the sort of entertainment that was the standard before I came here, before For the Minorities was born. And because of that we weren’t any better than a fucking reality tv show that only trashy white people watched. For the Minorities brings class, For the Minorities brings a level of excitement that people have been missing for so long that they’re afraid of change. That’s what For the Minorities is, was, and always will be, and you people are fucking scared. Because now when you face us, you can’t do just the bare minimum. Our match this past week showed that. Jeff, and his team of dumb bitches needed a fucking army to take us down. Hell, Jeff couldn’t even rely on his own “Frontline” cocking sucking line because Chris was the only one to show up, someone took out Bishop, and Pavel is worried about the Asian man once again like it’s World War 2. The Frontline, Thotssey, and the Hex Girls all banded together because they are afraid of For the Minorities. They are afraid of my charismatic ass taking all of their fans and making their celebrity status nothing more than a fucking D-Tier level. They are afraid of DT and his dominating presence and attitude that has propelled him forward to levels they can’t comprehend. They’re afraid that the new face of Odyssey is finally here ready to take what’s hers and propel the division. They’re afraid of the power and unpredictable nature of Maggall and his handler Giovante Reese, because they don’t know when they’re coming for them and if they should be afraid. And they should be. They should be afraid of it all because For the Minorities is not done with them and we won’t be done until change happens. Reggie, you are going to be an example of that because you are trying to usher in a change that’s only fit for your vision, that’s only fit for what you want rather than everyone. For the Minorities, vision is for everyone and is one that everyone should get behind because we all benefit from it. But nah you don’t think that, you think that because we some minorities we can’t have vision. You think that because we some minorities we don’t have the best interest in it for everyone. Nah, we have the best interest, we know what we talkin bout, we know all this because we know adversity. We know what that’s like where the adversity you have faced in your life Dampshaw, is yourself. You always quit on yourself, you always leave a spot open because you too fucking timid to take it for your own. You a fucking bitch when it comes to making your moment and I don’t know why these “New Dawn” bitches even following you. Because they’re following a man who can’t get this shit done. They following a man who lacks the will to make sure that his dream happens. They following a disappointment, and I don’t know what sort of money you got for them, what sort of blackmail you have against them but it’s fucking hilarious to think that you’re going to get anywhere while we stand in your way. For the Minorities has a clear goal, a clear vision that every fucking one of us gets behind and don’t need no other reason to follow each other. Because of that like mindedness we are the most dominate group around. Thotssesy they always fall apart when they fight each other. Frontline has always had inner conflict when Kenny came back to life and with Jeff acting like the leader while they actual boy got ambushed you can see the cracks starting to form. The Hex Girls only want Havoc, and when Havoc beats them again and again they’ll fucking slink back into the shadows. But you Dampshaw, you and New Dawn, ain’t got shit, will not have shit. Me and DT are going to show you formidable power not because we think you deserve it but because we know you’re going to fucking fall at the sign of any resistance. Dampshaw, Gully, you’re going to be an example, a piece in For the Minorities’ book of dominance. Believe in our Vision.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2023, 6:31 pm by **Lazarus Arjen**

A DAY BEFORE HARDCORE HAVOC

The sun was rising in the eastern sky this morning, giving the sky a burnt orange band as it began to erase the black from the sky. It was both an eerie, and breathtaking sight simultaneously.

As the sun began to tear through the night sky, it cast certain shadows in the aisles between the elevated tombs, crypts and resting places. The marble stones began to brilliantly reflect the sun, creating a vivid visual.

It was the contrasting dark, simple black dress that hugged the slim, pale frame of VICTORIA POIRIER that tore our focus from the cemetery. She made her way through the aisles until she found LAZARUS ARJEN sitting in front of a crypt. His back rested against the cold marble sidewall. His jeans and flannel he previously wore, were covered in dirt. Long gone was his leather jacket and hat.

She stopped and stood over him. The blonde hair framed her face, but those eyes - painted in dark makeup - found their way through the loose strands, and looked down to him. “You okay?” she asked.

Her voice tore him away from whatever thoughts he had been alone with. His eyes lifted, and his head - once also rested on the marble - lifted away from it, only to lower. “Yeah. All is done.”

“Where?” She asked, her head lifting enough so her hair parted around her face.

“Left in a mausoleum. It will be found, and pieces will be connected. BEU is done.” He said, an unwavering remorseless tone in his voice.

“Are you mad?”, it was the question on her mind since she made that phone call to Darkane. Kneeling down to sit on her knees in front of Lazarus.

His eyes narrowed at her as she lowered. “You had to do what you had to do. All that matters is Maisie is back.”

“And the relationship between you and him; it’s mended.” She said, almost if she were looking for reassurance.

He remained silent for a moment, knowing what she was looking for. His eyes studied her; her face, her body language. ‘Was this what she wanted the entire time? Her family back?’ She waited, for what she felt was forever, until his voice cut through the silence. “Yes.”

Her lips curled into a smile, “And that means a lot of bad things are going to happen…”

“To a lot of people. Neither of us are blind to things that have happened and are currently happening.” He said, a grim undertone now added to his voice. “It starts here - and continues there…”

His words were threatening, but she knew exactly what he meant. But it was time to change the subject to something she knew would touch a nerve. After looking down for a second, she cleared her throat before lifting her eyes back to him. “Did you see her?”

His movements were abrupt. He placed his hands on the ground, palms flat onto the cement and he pushed himself up. He looked down to her, lowering a hand to her - she placed her hand in his for him to help pull her vertical. He never did answer her question, the nerve had been touched; but she already knew the answer. Of course he did, that’s why he was still here - long after he did what he needed to do.

After releasing her hand, he turned and began to walk through the aisles of tombs toward the exit. She followed him, trailing a few feet away so he wasn’t wise to the fact that as they walked by, she reached out - allowing her fingertips to trace along the name on a nearby elevated tomb.

It belonged to Maisie’s mother and Lazarus’ former girlfriend,

‘AUBREY MARIE BREAUX’.

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BOOK OF RATS: CHAPTER VIII
“Ignorance.”

“Ignorance.”

“I didn’t expect anything less from you, Gat. Stupid enough to not immediately know better, stupid enough not to learn to know better. You think this is all just talk? You think this is all just empty promises and threats? It’s ignorance like that, that is what I expected from you. Talk a big game, but in reality - you don’t know anything about the things you speak. You talk to hear yourself, and you’ve skated by your entire career shooting from the hip with no one to check you. The so-called ‘facts’ you’ve gathered about me tell me enough I need to know about you, Gat. It tells me that you don’t think very highly of your opposition in this company, because you’re too busy thinking of fonder times of when you actually mattered, in the second-rate shitshow that was ALPHA Wrestling.”

“I did find it amusing, though, you talked about your ‘hood’ of Inglewood where you fought for your life. Where I grew up, in the Seventh Ward of New Orleans, you would have lost your life the second you opened your fucking mouth. Check the statistics, there is no comparison. Where I come from, we don’t talk, Gat. You keep your head down, or it’s removed from your fucking torso. Where I’m from, Gat, you’re either predator or prey; which yes - I do think you’re prey, a wounded animal still licking his fucking wounds that Elijah left scarring your body.”

“Do I think I’m ‘tough’? I don’t fill my head with thoughts like that. Any day could be your last, whether you believe yourself to be tough or not. The experiences I’ve been through in my life have built me for war, have built me for violence. The pain I’ve suffered has hardened me to survive anything you, or anyone in this god-forsaken company can throw at me. I stood toe to toe with fucking Darkane and came out the last one breathing on the other end. You think I give a fuck about you, Gat? You think having size and weight on me intimidates me? The bigger they are, the louder the fucking thud when you hit the fucking ground.”

“Get one thing straight; this isn’t ALPHA Wrestling. In comparison, this is fuckin’ Skid Row. You have a problem with weapons, with fighting to survive? Then this isn’t the place for you. Maybe you should go somewhere where they will worship you because this isn’t it, chief. Only the strong survive here and you’ve proven on more than one occasion that when it comes down to it, you can’t survive when you’re pushed past your limit. Inglewood didn’t prepare you enough for the fights you’ve had here, or the horrors that you will encounter when you're locked inside of a Crypt with me.”

“The second you step into that Crypt with me, you’re in my world. I don’t need OZIAS or Darkane at my side in order to cut you down, Gat, I am more than capable of doing that on my own. I have beaten men bigger than me on my own, but you wouldn’t know that. Anything outside of your precious ALPHA Wrestling didn’t exist in your eyes, and that is what makes you weak. ALPHA Wrestling shielded you from the rest of this industry; shielded you from knowing what else existed outside of those walls. I’ve slain giants, at a hundred and sixty pounds. I’ve slain them in ways that someone like you would find gruesome, and I’ve done worse than that to people I know and have some level of loyalty to. To think that I can’t handle you, on my own, in the bowels of hell where I thrive? There’s that ignorance appearing again. But, truthfully Gat, it wouldn’t matter if I had you in the Crypt - in a normal match - or in whatever other bullshit gimmick things you can throw at me; the outcome would remain the same. I will slaughter you.”

“You and I aren’t built the same, Gat. You talk loud, something you’ve admitted; but that’s all you can do. Talk loud, shout some incoherent and factless threats, and sign off with your cliche ass catchphrase; and yet have the audacity to say that I can’t back up the things I say? This coming from the person who takes shots, firing off rounds like they’re candy, missing every mark that’s in front of him; I’ve lost two matches since my arrival in OWA, one of which I walked out from. Not that it matters to me; wins and losses mean nothing in the grand scheme of my plans. You focus too hard on insignificant, minute details and you miss the bigger picture. The bigger picture is, and always has been, to carve my name into the flesh of OWA and this wrestling industry. The bigger picture has always been to leave a lasting scar on this bitch, but leave them alive knowing that I’m still out there and I can come and finish the job at any time. The words I’ve said, I’ve backed up since Final Destination where I made my arrival and KILLED a fucking GOD. First Aizen. Then Darkane. I was the catalyst of Jacob Senn’s ascendency, I was the backbone of the fucking group that ran roughshod over Olympus - and I am the last one fucking breathing. We are not built the same, Gat, because while I was out actually peeling off the pounds of flesh that I wanted; you were talking about doing it. While I was out carving my name and leaving a trail of victims blood dripping from my blades, screwdrivers and needles - you were getting smacked around by everyone you came across on this roster.”

“You found safety in the shallow waters of the Icarus division. You should have stayed there…”

“If you think you’re going to use me, or this Crypt, as a redemption arc to get yourself back into the Immortal Championship picture; then your life is about to get much worse than being some wannabe hood from Inglewood. The scars that Elijah left on you that has you feeling some kind of way, will pale in comparison to what I do to you, and to the condition I leave you in once this is all said and done. I’m not locked in a Crypt with you, Gat - it’s the other way around. You’re stepping into my world, into my wheelhouse. And no generic threats from the streets will save you. That shit might have worked in the suburbs of Los Angeles, but it won’t from me.”

“You think mentioning a glock has me shaking? It makes me grin. Bring it, but you better do something with that thing. You better shoot me in both the heart and head to make fucking sure that I’m dead, because I have no problem turning that same weapon onto you and giving you a closed casket service because not even your FUCKING MOTHER WILL RECOGNIZE YOU. I signed my life away a long time ago, but all of the threats to take it away have all failed. I tried to take my own life too, and I’m still standing. Richard fucking Gatsby won’t be the man to succeed in finally taking it. That is a guarantee. But being locked in there with me; I will be the one who takes your fucking life.”

“I will be the one to usher you from one Crypt to the next. And I promise, you will feel every second of pain and torture during the process.”

Bobby Wheeler, Diantha Rosso, Mav., Alyssa Grace, Darkane, Rebecca Filth, DT The Ruler and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Five Way Battle February 12th 2023, 5:44 pm by **El Landerson**

As the scene pops open, The Landerson family have just arrived at the Arena in Stockholm,Sweden where Friday night Olympus will be held later this week. They are all taking their

bags out of the jeeps, and take them to their locker rooms. El informs them that

he has some business to take care of out in the ring, and he tells Angie and Aaliyah to

come along. as El and Angie walk hand in hand down the hallway towards

the ring area, stage hands are working setting up for Olympus. El tells Angie and Aaliyah to

wait backstage until he gives them the cue. El asks for his music to hit and it

does.

Booyka 619 by P.O.D hit's

The Bit Luchador|El Landerson: Hey Stockholm, Sweden What's cracking'?! (crowd
cheers!) Well you all heard it, I get to face Jesse B The Wizard Jeremiah McGuire Corey Matthis De' Marion on
Friday night Olympus this Friday! And I just
wanna say great job Corey Matthis you really want this Battle royal match! Then later this week
things kept getting better as we got Aaliyah and earlier in the night we got
Convict to lose when she joined The Landerson family out of the Landerson families!
Ya see we just don't allow mutts in our Family so Corey Matthis had the bricks! but
just when the night was great and everything was going great someone by the
name of The Wizard, and he had to spoil it all. El and
Corey Matthis got into a little confrontation, and he started it all! That's why
this Friday on Olympus Corey Matthis verses El Landerson and Jessie B Jeremiah McGuire n De' Marion fight for the Thunder bastard, and Jessie B you had better
watch out, don't mess with Me or you'll have to deal with Landerson.

The crowd begins to cheer for El again, as they obviously don't like Jessie B

and much!

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The Bit Luchador|El Landerson: I also said on Olympus that I would be taking that Thunder bastard with me Well yeah it is true I am tired to people calling me I can't win this or that and saying bad names I am stupid for
walking around with a mask on. So I say this, just as I said on OWA... I will wrestle with the
mask still representing' the lucha libre style, while I will still go in win the Battle royal other
places such as backstage and promos like these! So, this is the time, I will now
win the Battle royal myself.

Landerson sets the microphone down on the mat. He begins to untie his mask, and he

slowly but surely pull it over his head. The crowd cheers once they see Landerson

standing there without the mask smiling! Landerson bends down, and pics up the

microphone

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The Bit Luchador|El Landerson: Well here i am once again,
you've seen me like this before in OWA and now you
See me again. Now moving onto another piece of
business, allow me to introduce you to the oldest
The Landerson family, the one, the only, Aaliyah! And Angie Landerson

The crowd begins to cheer And Aaliyah in Angie comes from behind the curtain!

they both make there way down to the ring smiling ever so

graciously and El holds the ropes for his wife and Daughter as they

enter the ring. She goes

through the bottom rope and

middle rope, and smiles and

waves out at the crowd as

they cheer lowdly! she twists

around showing off her

beautiful body before

stopping, and looking over at

El Landerson. She asks him

for a microphone

and he

gladly hands it over. dies down before she begins to speak.

Aaliyah Landerson: Hello there! first off I would like to thank my father El and the rest of the
Landerson family and OWA for giving me a warm welcome when I got here, well, all
except one person by the name of Devi Krysis n Eleni Angelo's. (crowd boos) Yea that's right Devi Krysis, she
decided to be a rude, low class un pretty little bimbo in my face on OWA and
attack me! That just isn't something you do! Devi Krysis, do you have any idea what
you got yourself into when you jumped on me? Do you?? I don't think you do, so
get ready for Odyssey when I get into that ring for the third or fourth time in a Triple Threat match with you
and rub your face
on the mat and make you kiss my feet! I''ll give new meaning to ''Face
Full of Stuff'' when I hit you with it then I'll nail the Face buster and take you our
OWA Women's Championship! you see you obviously have your mind on other things as
cheating on your Rival friend! Yeah you can't hide it obviously you are I mean you
just get up and leave the arena to go do something else and 'think about things'
yeah right you are cheating on Devi Krysis and I know it! But who can blame

you, he trailer trash, just like your a**!

Aaliyah hands El back the microphone

The Bit Luchador|El Landerson: That's right! just like Ms Devi Krysis gonna get her butt
beaten by Aaliyah here, Aaliyah and Lil El El will take down our Separate competition by the
names of Corey Matthis and Jessie B to become OWA in The Battle royal for a OWA World Championships! Opportunity you guys attacked us an our debut in the back when you decided to
debut alongside '' who Dumber Then Jeremiah McGuire and that ain't cool you know!? I
ain't down with that, so you two idiots better watch out cause me and Aaliyah are
some Landerson familia, and we gonna run right all over your punk asses on
OWA! Paybacks a... well you know what it is, and you will see first hand this week that... The Six-one nine is here!

With Landerson drops the microphone. Aaliyah is looking at her father and

smiling as El smiles back. Aaliyah walks over to El, who is leaning on the

turnbuckle,and begins to hold hands with her father with him. El is

smiling, and gets off of the turnbuckle and takes

Aaliyah n Angie's hand, and holds the bottom rope and his foot

for them. they get out of the ring on the apron, and El

gets out too. they both walked up the aisle hand in hand as

Booyka'' plays over the PA system, fans cheer, and

the scene fades black.

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

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2023, 4:50 pm by **marielacorriveau**

The Blood of the Coven(ant)

WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU!?

I’m Marie Bouchard, bitch.

Marie sits in front of her altar, Outlaws Championship on her lap as she lights candle after candle. The three tiers are covered in small statues, framed photos of saints and gods, and full of offerings. Fresh fruit overflows from plates, bunches of fragrant flowers, tiny bottles of liquor, perfume, and floral waters. She reaches over to the pack of cigarettes she’s laid on a gold plate, and leans over to light one on the flame of a candle.

“Was this your plan all along? Andrasta? Selene? Erzulie? Which of you were guiding me to this place?” She whispers, exhaling a cloud of smoke as she speaks, the flames of the candles hazy around her. “And what comes next? Will you guide me to the answers? Will you help me keep my friends safe? I need answers, mesdames. I need a way to keep them alive. I need a way through, I need a way to throttle a demon, protect my sisters, save a man’s life.”

She runs her free hand through her hair, looking up at the statue at the top of the altar.

”You know, I… I’ve seen a lot of people get gold. I never took it that hard, c’est la vie. I was born under a lucky star. Opportunities come to me fast and thick, from the day I got here I was established as someone to keep an eye on, someone with a countdown clock above their head - time left till there’s a belt on my shoulder. So I shook hands, and congratulated, and watched as the counter ticked down. First match, Sparks championship qualifier. Third match, Sparks Championship match. Fifth match, Tag Title match. Sixth match, Goddesses Championship match. Seventh, Ascension To The Heavens Briefcase. Then, last Saturday, the counter hit zero.”

“Ding.”

“The witch wins.”

“And I couldn’t have asked for a better moment. I took home a belt I wasn’t even chasing, and I got to see my team make a definitive statement. You cannot fuck with us. You can't get in the way of the righteous, you can't sway us from our path, you can't intimidate us, you cant break Odyssey. You can’t break me.”

“Hey, hey, what’s cheers in French?”

Marie looks over mid laugh, already drunk enough on their celebratory toasts that the languages are blurring together in her head.

“Ah… cheers, cheers…” she repeats it dreamily, one hand drawing lazy shapes in the air. “Ah! Cheers! Santé!” She says triumphantly, raising her pint.

“Santé!” The bar echos back.

“Not only was I fighting with two people I respect deeply, two people I prepared with and was ready to bleed with. Not only did I get to bridge a terrible gap between The Hex Girls and Thotyssey, be part of the most incredible alliance Odyssey and Kingdom have ever seen - but Violet was there, Banshee was there. My wyrd sisters, my triple goddess, were there to celebrate the beginning of the outlaw witch and the beginning of the end of the threat to Odyssey. Violet has a counter too. Before I knew her, before I knew she would be what she is to me, she ran parallel to me. The same qualifier when we became part of Odyssey. The same title to chase. We came together, and even when we weren’t as one, we worked towards the same goals. We stood side by side. My counter hit zero, and hers is still ticking.”

“Alyssa, you have one too. Not to gold, or to glory. To the end. It started before we first fought. It started, as a matter of fact, before I had even passed you in the hallway heading to the locker room. While Violet and I rose parallel to each other, reaching towards the sun, you were declining. While Violet, hungry and ready, fought for a shot at the Sparks title, you lost your belt. When your next gold came, it was by submitting someone who you knew was an inferior opponent.”

“Not all opportunities taken are equal. I pinned a man twice my size. You submitted a dazed imposter who had no place in a ring with you. You know it’s true. Before our match, we both told the world the truth. The third team was a throwaway, a spoiler, an annoyance to keep out as long as we could so the big girls could play.”

“And you took the easy out.”

“Three belt BME has a nice ring to it, hein?” Marie grins, stumbling across the hotel room to her bed in her black antique nightgown.

“It does.” Violet chuckles, but then she goes quiet for a moment. “But don’t say that.”

“Why not?” Marie frowns.

“Because you did this. You earned this. The Outlaws Championship doesn’t belong to Bad Meets Evil, it belongs to you.”

Marie is stunned into silence for a moment, but she nods after a moment, smiling at her partner. “Then we’d better be ready for Alyssa and Liz, hein? To make it official. Gold for Bad Meets Evil, the way it should be.”

“And now you do the same old shit everyone else has done. Pick a fight with someone who has better things to do, hoping we’ll be just distracted enough and just a little too worried about the literal apocalypse to beat you, angling for a fresh defense so you can say you did it, so that there’s more on your team’s record in OWA than a few sad beatdowns of faded teams you’ve already conquered and the defeat of a singles competitor and her lackey. It’s a pretty decent strategy. It’s worked before.”

“But I’m not the same woman I was before. That’s the thing about using someone else’s playbook, going back to the well that others have already drank their fill from. The water runs out. Diantha was the very last one to take advantage of the woman I was. You can tell, right? I haven’t hidden it well. I haven’t really been trying. I’ve been in the trenches, trying to make a difference, fighting with everything I have, while you’ve been patting Liz on the ass and whinging about the end of your career.”

“Alyssa, friends don’t let friends live in delusion. Liz got herself to the chamber, sure, but she never stood a chance. We all know that. She wasn’t going to take out all three members of Thotyssey. As someone who has fought against them, and with them, they are a force very few could hope to beat when they are united. Liz was there to make up the numbers, she did her job and then out she went.”

“Another counter, ticking down to the inevitable.”

”I know what it’s like to love someone so much you want to protect them. But you’re not doing her any favors by making this match with us. Now not only will she have to come to terms with the fact that she was never the person to conquer the chamber, that her counter was never ticking down to holding that belt, but she’ll lose the gold she does have in OWA. The parable of the dog and his reflection, hein? Let me remind you of how it goes.”

”A little dog with a piece of meat comes to a still body of water, and when he sees another dog in the surface reflection holding something he thinks is better, he opens his mouth to snatch the other dog’s prize away, snaps at the water, and loses his own supper."

“That’s what I see here, cherie. Two little dogs snapping at the last dregs of the well that more vicious, more driven, more talented women have already drunk from. Two women who couldn’t actually beat us the first time around getting restless and desperate because there’s barely been a tag team division to battle, and they need so desperately to prove that they aren’t paper champions, mummer’s dragons, just a pretty picture for Alyssa’s career retrospective before she bows out because her time has passed. Because the once upon a time wunderkind has been left in the dust by the New Odyssey. Because she “beat” Havoc with a chair, solved exactly nothing, and then got knocked into the dirt. Yes, Alyssa. You beat Hana, once upon a time. But you left the real work to someone else.”

Marie opens a packing crate, and the smell of mildew hits her nose. Dozens of dusty books, collected for her by contacts across the continents - some in old French, some in Latin, some in older languages entirely, or languages not to be found in even the most extensively funded university programs. Tomes of Hastur, Abdullah al-Hazrad, La Voisin, Marie Laveau, Ursula Southeil. Some of the books are even older, copied from copies of scrolls that reached out into deeper time.

~~“You…you know already, don’t you? You already know that you’re not making it out of this?”~~

The words haunt her, like Chris’s last moments, like the final drops of Hana’s soul held in Havoc’s vessel, she can still feel them in her mouth. Each syllable cuts her tongue like rusty tacks, a betrayal, a curse, spoken into the hungry and waiting air and made true by her admission.

No. She can’t. She can’t let it go, she can’t lose again. If she does not have the answer, she will find the answer.

If the answer does not exist, she will become the answer.

“So now, because you haven’t finished the job, here I am. Here we are. Chasing both goodness and gold, pursuing victory in more than one way, while you wilt. Our need to do the right thing, for Odyssey and the world, will not save you. My goodness will not save you - in the first case, because absolutely nothing can save anybody from the rage that has been building in Violet for the past few weeks. I have begged, for time, for peace, for a way to keep our people safe, and now the time has run out. I can’t hold her back anymore, ladies. She’s done waiting, and she’s hungry. She’s ready to do what she was built to do.”

“And maybe that’s a mercy. Because the woman I am now, the things that my softness has unlocked in me, the way I have turned my love into a thing that destroys… I think Violet tearing your head off might be kinder.”

Marie looks down at the belt in her lap again, and then up at the statue at the top tier of her altar, a twisting and unknowable figure, here Selene, here Aradia, here Oya, here Andrasta. At the statue, and then at the blade underneath it, the one that cut open her palm and set her afire in the sight of her coven.

“Do you know… ah, of course you know, it’s a cliché, you know clichés. Blood is thicker than water. The last refuge of bad parents and judgmental aunts and needy cousins. But that’s not the saying, cherie. The saying goes, the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. That’s what you’re up against. The covenant of The Hex Girls, Bad Meets Evil, Thotline.”

She chuckles.

“I do like that name. Don’t spread it around.”

“You see, what was flesh, pale and new, like the inside of a cut, like fresh skin under a burn, has become a weapon. A blade, steel quenched by the blood of the covenant. That’s what you challenged, Alyssa, Liz. That’s what’s coming.”

Ding.

The witch wins.

VaeVictisBD, Bobby Wheeler, Diantha Rosso, Mav., Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen and have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Kingdom February 11th 2023, 5:01 pm by **Mark Michaels**

The Farmhand 3: Big Trouble in little Granada:

( the scene opens on a sunny day in the American Midwest. It’s here we find ‘Dick’s Dairy’, a small start up providing butter, cheese, and of course good old fashioned, wholesome, whole milk, to the good people who demand their Dick’s Milk every morning. We cut to a shot of Tone E. Con walking through the fields, carefully watching where he’s steps as not to ruin his knock off Tom Ford loafers by stepping in a stray cow pie. Tone tip toes onwards till he finds his client, DICK P. SLAUGHTER, loading a bale of hay into his wheelbarrow.)

Tone E. Con: Dick? Dick?!

( Slaughter turns his attention towards the self proclaimed super agent. )

DPS: Tone, what brings you down round these parts?

Tone E. Con: Dick, why are you here? What are you doing? You realize you’re supposed to be in Sweden promoting Kingdom this week?

DPS: Yeah, I know, but sometimes you got to get away from all that nonstop, hectic, craziness. Sometimes you got to get away to unwind. Don’t get me wrong, I’m always about thrills, action, and kicking ass-

( as soon as the words leave Slaughter’s lips a bullet goes whizzing past he and Tone E. Con. Without breaking his Soliloquy about farm life dick calmly reaches for a pitch fork and hurls it offscreen. A moment later we hear a cry of agony, certainly what must be the death yelp of the would be assassin.)

DPS (continued): But I mean just take a look where we are. We got sunshine, fresh air, and we’re giving people a great product. I mean just look at Chad Ecclestone. He’s been looking a bit less like a soy boy ever since he got a taste of my Dick’s milk. It does a body good am
I right? And when a huge star like that gets results like that, everyone wants to get on the band wagon, or milk wagon in this case. I’m getting people left and right asking me to hook them up, Heck those Thotyssy girls just the other day came up to me and were all practically begging me for a huge load of my Dick’s milk.

Tone E. Con: I’m glad you’re getting this much attention for your new business, but we still have to focus on Kingdom, keep that the priority. I mean not only do you have this tag match to think about, but we also got the rock and wrestle rave in just a few weeks.

DPS: And I’m as excited about it as I get when I ride a tank through town. I’ve got some great bands lined up, there’s gonna be plenty of brews and barbecue, fireworks, and action the likes of which the high seas have never seen. Plus we already have that title match with Chad scheduled for the show.

Tone E. Con: Speaking of which, have you picked out Chad’s opponent?

DPS: Not yet. But I’m taking the matter very seriously. I’m looking High and low for a worthy challenger, hence why I wanted to come out here and clear my head before I made a decision. I may not like the guy personally, or professionally, or find him remotely likable in any of his movies, but he is still technically the Spartan Champion, and that belt has a long line of great champions, plus Chad. So it deserves a worthy contender who will really test the champion’s Metal when they lock horns. I want it to be a fight for the ages, a match for all time, I want to give the people a show that they’ll never forget, so I’ll be keeping a close eye on the entire Kingdom roster for someone who has that combination of athleticism, charisma, and balls to the wall bad assery that will be sure to give people their money’s worth. I’ll leave no stone unturned seeking the best man for that Spartan Championship match. Why I’ll even be taking a good look at the pair me and Chad will be facing, I mean I got the best seat in the house to see what they got right?

Tone E Con: I have nothing against that, but are you sure guys who are climbing the ranks in the tag division are the right fit? I mean are either one of these guys gonna be money on marquee?

DPS: Who are you to doubt someone as dandy as Arthur Wakefield? We saw last week he’s a tough little spit fuck, you got to give him at least that. Boy took an ass beating last time he stepped up to the plate, but that hasn’t deterred him from wanting throwing down. Kids got balls, Admirable I must say. That said anyone can take an ass whipping. We’ve seen he can take the punishment, I’m interested in seeing if he can dish it out. I mean sure he’s a Wakefield, but if I’ve learned anything out here in these fields, it’s that what your daddy or pop-pop did isn’t what counts in your life. It’s what you do when you pick up the ball and carry it. They may have laid good foundations, but that doesn’t mean the house can’t come tumbling down if it isn’t strong enough to withstand everything getting thrown it’s way. I’m coming to Kingdom to find out what Author is made out of. Is he steel? Is he brick, is he just some straw twisting in the wind when this big bad wolf comes howling at his door? What’s he gonna do when his scrawny ass comes face to face with 260 pounds of power packed manhood? How’s he gonna get a submission when I throw him like an angry bull tossing it’s rider? How’s he gonna hit me with a Ego Death? Does he even Lift bro? Do they even have weights in the future? I intend to show Wakefied: the next generation, that he might be all new age and shit.

Tone E. Con: I don’t think being from the future means he’s new age.

DPS: Anyways, point is, I’m gonna show him that a classic never goes out of of style, especially when it comes to kicking ass. no matter what period of time you hail from, whether it’s in the ring or at the quarter mile there’s nothing quite like good ol’ fashioned American Muscle straight from the heartland, and I’ve got plenty to get the job done.

Tone E. Con: Don’t forget about his partner, that Myojin guy is someone to watch out for.

DPS: Myojin, is that the one that’s been acting like a pussy? What with the purring and licking their paws, and all that other feline fuckery?

Tone E. Con: No, I think that’s the other eccentric, nonbinary, Asian. Minx or something.

DPS: Eh, Still it’s a good thing you have me watching Chad’s back this week, seeing as how Myojin came in like a goddamn house of fire and got one over on Kulina and Sena, and those two sons of bitches are as tough as they come. So Myojin may be a problem because They’re quick, they’re cunning, they know how to end a fight. So forget about milk, Myojin is getting the cream, as in the cream of the crop, the very best of Dick P. Slaughter. You’re seeing the end result of what a hard working grit and grind attitude, a never say die fight till the last breath mentality, and having balls of steel will get you. Because Wounds heal, chicks dig scars, and glory lasts forever. But to get that glory I know it’s gonna take a man with the of room rattling, bone shattering, two tons worth of TNT in every punch. A guy with a rocket launcher right hand with The kind of strength that he could take Myojin and Wakefield’s combined weight, and bench press that as a light warmup. The kind of tough it out till I mow ‘em down then let god sort ‘em out mentality that I’m known for to keep ol’ Chad’s pretty face from looking like a cross between shrek and Sloth from Goonies. Tone E. Here is lucky he’s got someone like me to keep his meal ticket from taking a trip to the south side of fuglyville, because I got the tools and the talent to make make cottage cheese out of these bastards. When Kingdom comes, It’s time to pay the milk man, because you’re asses are due and they’re mine. Get ready to get smacked into next week when you get a farmhand haymaker.

My name is DICK P. SLAUGHTER. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some cows to feed.

Tone E. Con: Dick wait second, do you have a spokesman? I can get you one for cheep!

Dick P. Slaughter will return in Heart Shaped Foxhole.

Chad Ecclestone has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 11th 2023, 1:35 pm by **PAZ**

Let Him Cook

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A dive bar.

Any dive bar would’ve done. Just to get Rich Gatsby out of the spotlight. He hid in the shadows of the dimly lit hole in the wall in Miami, drinking his Johnnie Blue neat in the back corner facing the entrance. Tonight wasn’t the cause for celebration.

None of the nights have been, truthfully.

His body has been battered and bruised. The sport of professional wrestling Reo Ojima trained him in several years ago has changed to some sort of shit he’d have to do in the backstreets of Inglewood. The type of shit that happens at 4 AM in the back alley off Slauson or Washington, where the five-oh refuse to go for their own safety.

But lo and behold, here it is live on the OWA Network.

Rich Gatsby had to stab a motherfucker. Even then, that motherfucker didn’t die.

Shit’s embarrassing, yo.

He took another sip of his whiskey, then decided to down it. He poured another one out with the bottle he bought for himself and continued on. Maybe drinking his pain away works better than having a championship high. Despite once again holding one of the top prizes in the business, Big GAT felt… dirty. Unfulfilled. As if his title win wasn’t earned.

It’s a risky move, but I’m sure you’ll handle it well.

“Risky,” Gatsby says to himself with a scoff before taking another swig. Since when has Big GAT being the face of a company ever been a risk? He’s built a hall-of-fame type career in ALPHA Wrestling, yet everywhere else he goes, he’s considered just another guy. Just some cog in the wheel when he’s grown accustomed to being the entire fucking wheel. The most can’t-miss prospect in 2020. Now? A risk. “Fuck that.”

“You just gonna sit here and drink all fucking night?”

A man slides into the seat across from Gatsby. Mid-thirties. You can tell he’s a wrestler just by his size and grunts of pain just from getting into a chair.

“Morning. It’s four in the fuckin’ mornin’, Fletch.”

Harlan Fletcher is a world-renowned professional wrestler. Fletcher puts the professional in professional wrestling. Having traveled the world several times over to perfect his craft, Fletcher is adept in puroresu, British catch-as-catch-can, lucha libre, and good old-fashioned American wrestling. Now in his mid-thirties, he's seen more as a coach despite still having some gas in the tank - more specifically, he was hired by Gat to be part of Team Juggernaut - the behind-the-scenes crew that Rich hired to ensure the Rich Gatsby brand is allowed to be as effective as a well-oiled machine.

“I don’t care what the fuck time it is, boss. You gotta be ready to roll in three fucking hours.”

Rich and Fletch’s day starts at 7 AM. A 10 K run followed by several hours of sparring, grappling and striking. That’s a daily basis on Rich’s off-day. Fletcher looks at Rich, who’s barely paying attention to his newfound early-morning partner.

“You know I’ll be fuckin’ ready. I’m always ready, fuck you mean?” Gatsby barely mumbled the words. “What difference does it make anyways, Fletch?”

“What?”

“I said,” Gatsby sat up and downed his drink, “what fuckin’ difference does it make anyways? I’m fuckin’ out here training for professional wrestling, yet every fuckin’ where I go. I’m in a fuckin’ cage match. I’m in a fuckin’ street fight. I’m in a fuckin’ emo-night play fight against bitch asses who be half my fuckin’ size. Where’s the fuckin’ wrestling, bro? Where’s that shit I watched in Japan? Nah, now I gotta fuckin’ stab a muh’fucka’ with a screwdriver just to win a fuckin’ match, breh? This is what I’m doin’ now?!”

Any chances of Gatsby not being recognized by others had been ruined by his mini-outburst. Luckily the only other patron in the bar was passed out at the counter.

Fletcher looks into Gatsby’s half-opened eyes to show his seriousness. “You really want me to answer that?” Gatsby stays quiet. He’s already said his piece, he could give a shit what Harlan had to say. “I know you don’t, but I’m gonna tell you anyways. You remember what you told me when you called me the first time? You remember the reason why I put you through hell, every single fucking chance I get?” Gatsby sat back in surrender, knowing the answer to not only Fletcher’s question, but his own. “You wanted to be a professional. You wanted to be the best to ever do it. It’s why you hired guys like me, why you have an assistant to tell you where you’re going and by when, why you hired those guys in case sh-”

“Yo-,” Gatsby quickly interrupted him, looking around to see if anyone heard Fletch. “Chill.”

Fletcher raises his hands, a silent surrender. “Point is, you have all these people on your fucking dime because you wanna be the best to ever do it. They wanna book you in street fights? So be it. You’ve been ‘in the hood’ your entire life. You know how to fight. You know how to do what you do ‘cuz you’ve been about that life. But you wanna be the best to ever do it? You keep training. You keep doing what you do because that’s what a Juggernaut does.” Fletcher looks at the bottle next to Gat. “How ‘bout you take that bottle I’m sure you bought for yourself and I take you back? Rest up a bit before we hit the pavement.”

Gat sighed. He looks at the bottle he paid way too much for just so he won’t be bothered when the bar had a few more patrons. It’s been a whirlwind of a start for Gatsby in 2023. His return to ALPHA, the beginning and end of his Immortal Title Reign, and his ongoing little spat with Owen Gonsalves - there’s too much cooking in the kitchen and one has to wonder if he can handle the heat.

But we’ve seen what THAT MAN can do when the heat is turned up.

Gotta let the man cook.

- - - - - - - - - -

“All bark ‘n’ no bite, that’s the narrative being told by the wrestling media ‘bout Big GAT. It’s what’s circulatin’ around the dirt sheets ‘n’ shit. Lotta fuckin’ birds chirpin’ ‘bout how Big GAT might be a fuckin’ pretender. A fuckin’ flash-in-the-pan while the others been the real deal.”

“I get the narrative, bro. Nah, for real. I ain’t mad at it. Y’all see the finished product at work. Y’all see the matches I’m in. Fuckin’ Street Fights ‘n’ No DQs ‘n’ Cages ‘n’ Death Matches. I’m put, almost on a monthly basis, in these fuckin’ matches take are designed to fuckin’ shorten my fuckin’ life. I’m out here stabbin’ muh’fuckas like they owe me my cut. I’m out here on Olympus, tryna be the best professional wrestler I can fuckin’ be, yet they don’t want a professional wrestler up in here. They want blood. They want guts. They want gothic-ass homies bein’ sad about life ‘n’ shit. Bitches wit’ lip rings, actin’ like they fuckin’ tough. Ain’t no fuckin’ lip rings in the hood, my guy!”

“Nah, shit. I ain’t even that mad, y’all. I threw everything I could at good ol’ ‘Jah and Hampton still came out lookin’ like a fuckin’ beast. He is as advertised, ‘n’ showed the world that that dude can back it up when he has to. All due respect to Elijah, but he knows if this shit was straight up, he’d get his ass handed to him. Take away the weapons. Take away the gimmicks. You put me in the ring with Elijah Hampton one more time and I guarantee you ain’t no muh’fucka kickin’ out of my Gatsplex!”

“I ain’t phased. Not one fuckin’ bit, fam. These losses ain’t got me in my fuckin’ feelings. I’ve been here before like Marty McFly. I am a fuckin’ professional. I fuckin’ learn from every single fuckin’ match I’m in. Every opportunity I get to be in that ring, I soak it all up. I learn and adapt. I adapt and become better. I am The Juggernaut Evolved, bitch. I ain’t stayin’ still!”

“So you can call me fake all you want. Y’all can spin that narrative ‘n’ act like you ain’t know who THAT MAN is - who he really is. I put in the work. I ain’t no flash-in-the-pan type muh’fucka, I’m the real fuckin’ deal. Been sayin’ that shit from the start. You got these fuckin’ children who think they grown, actin’ like they finna come out ‘n’ threaten Big GAT. Out here actin’ like cuz they got a big muh’fucka by they side, they can talk outta the side of they mouth ‘n’ shit.”

“Lazarus Arjen, I’m talkin’ ‘bout ‘chu, lil’ man.”

“Muh’fucka’ comin’ out here sayin’ I’m a god damn failure like I ain’t done shit in this business. You talkin’ real big for a muh’fucka who comin’ out of Utrecht. Y’see, all this shit talkin’ ain’t mean shit once you get punched in the fuckin’ mouth, cuh. All this chest-puffin’ ‘n’ shit when you ain’t been in the ring wit’ me, Laz. I get it though. You see what you perceive is a wounded animal ‘n’ you think I’m… what… prey?”

“Damn, homie.”

“I’m out here fightin’ for my life, Laz. You come out here with your bitch-ass lip piercing actin’ like you ‘bout that hood life. You think bein’ in a couple death matches makes you tough, huh? Tough enough to make threats yo’ ass know can’t cash. I’ve heard from muh’fuckas just like you every fuckin’ where I go, kid. Some of y’all see Big GAT ‘n’ y’all wanna step up ‘n’ see what it be like to throw pebbles at a Juggernaut. I get it - truly, I do. You ‘n’ yo’ one-hunnid-fitty pound soakin’ wet ass think cuz I’ve lost a couple matches in Omega that I’m just ripe for the takin’.”

“Ain’t like that, my guy.”

“You step into that ring wit’ Big GAT. You lock that fuckin’ cage. You take all them fuckin’ weapons you think are for your advantage ‘n’ on hood I’ll show you how unprofessional I can get. You signed yo’ fuckin’ life away, kid. You wanted this. You locked Darkane ‘n’ OZIAS out of the ring. You stuck in there with ME.”

“I talk loud but my glock talks louder, homie. I ain’t flyin’ all the way to Sweden with0ut spillin’ yo’ blood all over the cages, Laz. I ain’t leavin’ till I take my pound of flesh.”

“This what y’all want, Omega? Nate, this what chu want? Fuck it. I’ma be that final entry to the Thunderbastard. I’ll earn my shit ‘n’ get back my Immortal Title. I don’t give a fuck who steps in my way. I earned my shit once ‘n’ god fuckin’ dammit, I’ll earn my shit again…. ‘n’ I’ll do it playin’ yo’ fuckin’ game Lazarus Arjen.”

“I ain’t here to fuck around, but I guess you are. Come ‘n’ find out, bitch…”

Bobby Wheeler, Mav., Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler, Lazarus Arjen and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Die Motherfucker Die February 11th 2023, 7:53 am by **'Don' Hendrix**

"It's better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than open it and remove all doubt."

[b">Days removed from his successful Championship defense against the ever so talented C, he must now focus his attention onto his next challenger, an reoccurring foe that keeps being a thorn in the side of Hendrix since the first time they have faced off. While most would be anticipating the fight, the Don isn't. For him, it'll be another Friday Night. We're brought to the office of Hendrix's Mansion in Italy where Hendrix is sitting at his desk with the Icarus Championship laying on the desk in view. Hendrix holds his jaw for a second before speaking.

'Don' Hendrix: "First things first. C, I'll admit that you exceeded my expectations of you. I thought I was going to run you down, but you proved yourself worthy. My jaw still suffers slight effects from that Go To Sleep, but at the end of the day, what I said came to reality. I ripped C in half and retained my Championship. Maybe instead of going down the path you're going, I give you the opportunity to enter my family and watch your career skyrocket into the championship glory, the millions, and the protection your life needs from these wrestlers that will try to end yours on free television.

Hello Ryo, again.

It's almost hilarious that I have to keep facing the most ass backwards person and yet it is enough for people to get behind him. You started off by saying I was insane, but for a man who says being so pissed off that he's calm is not a very good mental place to be, and yeah I agree….

You're insane.

The average heartbeat is at eighty beats per minute, but when angry, it goes up to one hundred and eighty beats per minute. Come on Ryo, you're all calm because this isn't anger at me- it's obsession. You're obsessed. You're like those fans who try touching us, jumping these barriers and gates to get to us, you're obsessed with me. And I can understand why- your career is slowly starting to fall back down to the pit of irrelevance that you fear so so much, and you see me, a man on top of the game that's picking up wins and Championships and money that you couldn't make in a entire career and you realized that you needed me. After our match, when I broke your face in with my boot, you went on to lose your Prestige Championship to Mark, you lost your rematch to Remington, I dropped your ass again, you lost, lost, lost, failed, lost, lost again, then at Hardcore Havoc, you tried rallying the troops and y'all decided to do some aided powerbomb to me that sent me over the top rope to the floor below. And as only one of you got close to the title, which wasn't you, I recovered, beat you down again and grabbed this Championship in front of me. You lost again. Last Olympus, you were in the main event, and hell, it seemed like your teammate didn't want to be bothered by showing up. He let you get your ass beat son! You were thrown around, put through a table, and when he finally showed up, you let your ego get so out of hand, you wanted to end the match yourself instead of letting a more fresh Mark Michaels go for it because you wanted to try to prove something. But all you proved is you're no match for APEX's new legacy. Lost one more time, and now you're just handed a title shot at me. No no no Ryo like I said if you want a shot at my title, you need to go by my rules. If you lose this match, you're done. You will never challenge me again in any environment. I put to rest your creepy obsession with me once and for all.

You say I don't know when to shut up but when it came to your own matches, you have shut the fuck up about your opponents and focused more on people you weren't even facing. Your own delusions of your fantasies have led you astray. You have talked and talked and talked after our match. I have talked but there is a difference. Since our match, I've talked and talked and talked and I've won and won and won. You talked and talked and talked and you jobbed and jobbed and jobbed. I won this title and kept you at the bottom of the card where you belong. Your name no longer goes up next to the Mark Michaels, to the Remington Ivory Prescott, to the Darkane, to the Lazarus Arjen- no your name belongs with the El Landerson, Bob Osterland, etc. Your name holds zero value in OWA anymore and I started that reason when I kicked your ass.

This is no video game that you play. I run these streets. I could have you dumped into the river to be fish food at this very second if I wanted to, I got the phone call waiting. I don't mind being at your wake as I watch your parents cry over the idiotic decision you made. Hell, I'll walk over, pat your father on the back, and tell him that he taught you just like how your father was as a man- a failure. This ain't no pretend, this is all real. THE ANTONIANO FAMIGLIA IS REAL! MY TIES TO THE SICILIAN MAFIA IS REAL! YOU CAN DENY THE TRUTH ALL YOU WANT BUT THAT TRUTH WILL COME BACK TO BITE YOU IN THE ASS!

I am a victim. I'm a victim of this profiling that Italians get all the time. My people get called pedophiles, rapists, and other racial slurs. But trust me, you're not ready for that conversation. What conversation we are going to have is how bad I'm going to rip you apart in our match and give you a mercy higher than death when I pin your shoulders down to the mat, truly putting to fruition what I've been saying.

I'm better than you, and you know it.

That is not just me saying it to say it, it has been a fact. Late 2022 to now I've been the headlines, I've been the winner, I've been the champion. I've been the star this company wants to build on. I have everything you don't. I'm a far better wrestler and that's a fact. I'm far better looking, and it seems the only way you touch a girl is by paying those cheap hoes the five dollars for their STD lay. I'm far more muscular than you, and no drug use that you're use to will ever have you match. I'm a bigger draw than you, and it's been like that since day one I stepped into wrestling. And the fact you think this is a gimmick shows truly how much of a mark you are inutile succhiacazzi. I don't live for gimmicks, especially nothing retarded like "Grinning Demon", God I'd kill myself if I had that moniker. And I don't have what it takes to throw down? I threw down with you to the point you needed to try to kill me in order to get a three count. And even that attempt was for the worst because your DDT off that top rope seemed less impactful than my foot kicking your face in and you were SLEPT! So please, tell me you are ready to bring the fight like never before. You know, everyone was right to call your ass out. You ain't stepped up to nobody, you fell off from any top level you think you are. So come on RYO, please think you're this lord and fucking Savior of the masses on Olympus when you can't even save yourself. How are you this deluded? How do have all that ego for nothing to show. Your title reigns mean nothing, your career means nothing, your life means nothing. All honesty.

Do the world a favor and kill yourself. Saves your family the embarrassment you'll bring more of when I beat you."

Hendrix lifts the Icarus Championship off the table and holds it in camera view.

'Don' Hendrix: "This title… It means everything to me. For 904 days, I've lived in a cocoon known as Brandon that ruined my life. This isn't a gimmick, this isn't a phase, this is a way of life. This is my life. And this title is my path to forever greatness. This title secures my path to becoming the OWA Immortal Heavyweight Champion, and I'll die before I let someone like you take it away from me. My mother, my father, my daughter… this is for them. My famiglia. And you bet your ass if something happens, I got million that says I'll get you in their names."

Hendrix lowers the championship as he hears a running giggle heading towards his office.

Raelynn: "Come on daddy our TV show is about to start!"

'Don' Hendrix: "I'll be right there darling. One thing before you go, what is it that you call Ryo Sakazaki?"

Raelynn: "A big poopy head!"

'Don' Hendrix: "Hehe…. That's right….

Facci un favore, unisciti a quel culto con Valkyrie e ucciditi, inutile succhiacazzi".

Camera Fades To Black.

Bobby Wheeler, Alyssa Grace, DT The Ruler and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 10th 2023, 6:12 pm by **Lazarus Arjen**

DAYS BEFORE HARDCORE HAVOC

The Seventh Ward of New Orleans was eerily silent on this night …

The wind swept through the streets, creating a gentle howl that echoed through the alleyways and off of the empty, quiet streets. The rundown, dilapidated houses that stood on either side of the street were all pitch black. All of the clocks in New Orleans had just ticked past Three-oh-Seven in the morning, so the lack of lighting from the houses was to be expected. Although, one that stood in the middle of the street, remained illuminated from the interior lighting.

Slithering closer, the windows of this street facing house had boards nailed over them. Metal bars and plates also dressed the windows all in order to prevent the strays from drive bys that were once prevalent in this neighborhood. The door was closed tight, locked and deadbolted closed one would assume - and the outer screen door almost remained closed, but due to the nature of it (along with the house), it didn’t properly close all of the way and when a hard enough gust of wind blew by, it would sway and slam against the frame.

A car sat in the street, stopped against the cement curb and idled. The lights from the tail lights lit up the entire street in red while exhaust poured out of the pipe. The car was old and in rough condition, as were most in this neighborhood. Without warning, the driver’s door swung open accompanied with the creaking of the rusted door hinges. First the left foot swung out, a black boot slamming down on the cold pavement, untied and worn through. Next, the person pushed himself out, torso and upperbody with the right leg following. The red and black flannel he wore underneath a black leather jacket fell into place. He closed the door, the loud creaking following, and turned around - beginning to walk toward the back of the car.

Lazarus Arjen’s facial features were masked by shadows. The flat brim of his hat shielded his face from the overhead light, but the shine of his septum piercing was a dead giveaway.

The door to the house opened, pulling inside before the screen door swung open. Darkane emerged from indoors, stepping out onto the porch dressed almost similar to Lazarus, sans flannel. Ripped jeans, distressed shirt under a leather jacket. He immediately brought a cigarette to his lips and sparked the lighter, lighting up. While he inhaled deep into his lungs, he trudged down the steps to the small, narrow paved path that led out to the street. “Took you fucking long enough.” he said in that deep, raspy voice during his exhale.

Lazarus’ eyes shot to Darkane, who stepped off of the curb - meeting him at the trunk of the car. “Clean up was a little … complicated. But. It is done.” Lazarus replied, his tone unwavering even as Darkane stood over him.

He was his once mentor, once enemy, and now? … Well, now it seemed they were on the same page again. At least they weren’t trying to kill each other in the street.

Lazarus’ body shifted enough to open the trunk. Darkane’s body shifted as well, blocking the view inside to everyone except him and Lazarus. “Good. Rumors are already starting to circulate; the one we left alive…”

“Unfortunately.” Lazarus said with disappointment.

“Alive, but just barely; he has done his work. We will tie up that loose end sooner or later. And now we need to send a message to everyone.” Darkane said, taking another drag from the cigarette.

Lazarus remained silent, closing the trunk again. He turned to Darkane, his eyes narrowing up to him - watching as Darkane’s head fell back and a cloud of smoke poured from his mouth and dissipated into the night air.

Through the screen door, you can hear the faint talking of Cassie and Victoria inside the home - thanks to the door that Darkane left open. The lifeblood of the once ‘Big Easy Undercity’ was all together once again.

The Seventh Ward of New Orleans was eerily silent on this night …

… As rumors spread through New Orleans, through the Seventh Ward, like wildfire. Even the toughest, the most self-proclaimed badass gangsters in all of New Orleans, stopped themselves when the names Darkane and Lazarus were mentioned.

Even more when they’re mentioned along with the words ‘together’ and ‘are back home’.

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BOOK OF RATS: VII
“Reckless.”

“You must feel pretty vindicated, don’t you Elijah? A bit of revenge from when Darkane and I bent the lead pipe around your thick ass skull and we - the Monolith of Death - became the catalyst for your downfall. Honestly, it was never our plan for Gatsby to run down; we just wanted to use you - to use Hardcore Havoc - as a message to the entire organization that Death has come to this company. Gatsby, ever the opportunist, capitalized on it. I want you to take that satisfaction that you had from the last Olympus, the satisfaction that came with the steel chair attack, and savor it as the last good feeling you’ll ever have, because you have to live with the reality that Darkane ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped it to mush on the mat.”

“Savor that moment, Elijah, and enjoy being champion. The end time is near and there’s no feel good, fairy tale ending for you - or that reign.”

“Let’s shift focus to the man whom you beat. The man who was gifted the keys to the world by Darkane and I; Richard Gatsby. How … anticlimactic, Gat. Big man, big talk, and little results. You asked the question; are we watching you now? Yes, we watched you drop the ball. We watched as you showed exactly WHY you were never cut out for the big spot. We watched as you showed us exactly WHY you belong in the desolate, wasteland of talent known as the Icarus division. When the pressure is on, you crack. You did against Reigner. You did against Baker. You did against Hampton, and you will against me.”

“As talented as those men may be, they are not me. They came into the match with you, with sportsmanship - with a certain level of respect, even. I, on the other hand, do not have respect for you. I don’t have the slightest bit of sportsmanship in me, Gat. I’m walking into Olympus to put you down. I’m walking into Olympus with the sole intention of spilling your blood, guts, and intestines all over the goddamned arena. Let’s be crystal clear, Gat. I don’t give a fuck about you. To me, you’re just another opportunistic son of a bitch who took advantage of the message that Darkane and I sent to the world. Look how long it lasted. You couldn’t do it on your own despite all of your promises about being unstoppable. You wanted the worlds eyes on you, and when they were - you fucking failed. You claimed you were unstoppable, how it would be impossible for you to be beaten. You begged for Elijah’s best, and you were reduced to a man who’s only skill is talking shit. You couldn’t back up anything you said, and that isn’t at all surprising.”

“You never could back up the words you’ve uttered since your arrival in OWA, especially when it comes to punching above your talent-level. Swing and miss on several occasions; did you think anyone would let you forget that? You are the epitome of mediocrity, Gat, but you’re too fucking stupid to realize it. You are not champion material, you are not a main player, you are not a Juggernaut. You’re just Richard fucking Gatsby. You should have left well enough alone. You should have kept your ass in the back and held your Icarus Championship close - instead you tried to be a badass. Instead, you decided to spoil the message that Darkane and I sent to the entire OWA, and you tried to create your own moment in the sun. Congratulations, it worked. But you couldn’t hold onto that spotlight, and even worse than that - you’ve made two enemies you never want to have.”

“For you trying to upstage us, I’m going to be the one who fucking ends you. Putting you out of your own misery, and in the most inhumane way I can possibly think of.”

“Since arriving to OWA you’ve talked reckless, Gat. You’ve talked about how you want to dominate, how you’re made for this, promising victory over anyone who stands across from you and the only success you’ve found was in the Icarus division. Had it not been for Darkane and I, you would have never touched the Immortal Heavyweight Championship. I’m here to warn you; if you continue this trend, you won’t end up just beaten...”

“You’ll end up in the trunk of my car with your throat slit. That is what happens to people like you, those big mouthed - arrogant fucks, where I come from. You become a fucking missing persons poster.”

“But… the truth is; that poster will hang, fade, and ultimately be torn down and discarded. The only reason you will ever be remembered is the sole fact that you were savagely dissected and had your life taken from you.”

Bobby Wheeler, Mav., Alyssa Grace, Darkane, 'Don' Hendrix, DT The Ruler and Felix Hartley have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 9th 2023, 11:16 pm by **DT The Ruler**

(Within a secluded villa in England, DT The Ruler was soon shown on camera, walking into the living room while talking on his iPhone, with one of his maids cleaning the table and then placing refreshments on coasters. Suddenly, as DT The Ruler was approaching a bottled water while talking, he looked up and saw someone being accompanied to the space by a member of his security)

???: WOW THIS IS IMPRESSIVE!

DT The Ruler: Ah, Giovante! Glad you could make it. (DT The Ruler turned for a second) I’ll call you back... (After he hung up his phone, DT The Ruler approached the optimistic Giovante Reese and shook his hand) Once again: glad you can be here.

Giovante Reese: Yeah, it’s no big deal, Don- I mean.....sir. It’s kind of short notice you called, but I’ll do anything for the benefit of the group!

DT The Ruler: As expected. Well anyways, sit. Get comfortable, though this meeting won’t be long. Kick your feet up! Mi casa su casa!

(After Giovante Reese sat down comfortably on one of the couches in the living room, feeling starstruck by the set-up, DT The Ruler did the same and picked up the bottled water. After he got comfortable himself and took a sip of it, they began to talk again)

Giovante Reese: This place is amazing! Beautiful! You even got a woman playing piano over there! Even the couch feels way too comfortable.

DT The Ruler: (DT The Ruler looked in the woman’s direction for a moment then turned back to Giovante Reese again) I like a peaceful atmosphere, a serene setting to counteract the savagery we partake in. It's better than Motel 6, I'm sure.

Giovante Reese: This is…it’s kind of surreal. I'm just soaking it in! How’d you get such a big place in England?

DT The Ruler: Don’t worry about that. Just enjoy and accept this as the fruits of my labor. But to important things, Mr. Giovante Reese: how’d you feel Odyssey and Kingdom week went for us?

Giovante Reese: Odyssey was chaos but we kept control; Kingdom was chaos but we lost control. We lost our grip and momentum because of all these people gunning for us now.

DT The Ruler: ...Did we?

Giovante Reese: Well, yeah; we didn’t win that Street Fight like we should have. Raivo lost that damn Outlaw Title out of the blue during it, too.

DT The Ruler: ...You know...I really thought going into that Street Fight, we would lose the edge we had going if they managed to get a win- of course due to Ms. Rin Asakura- but we ended up just fine. Why? (DT The Ruler took another sip of water then placed down the water bottle) You see, Mr. Jeff X is no longer a champion thanks to Mr. Raivo, and we are both still Tag Team Champions. The Outlaw Title in the hands of that frail witch is not in her favor at all, not even a little, with its 24/7 stipulation and her bringing it to a brand with many, very desperate whores-in-training floating in its waters. Mr. Raivo keeping it was best for business, but we can do without. The main thing that happened and needs correction is that Hartley ho believing she can stand against us, when her nonsensical shouting at Yours Truly came off closer to Katy Perry roaring than something...threatening.

Giovante Reese: Well, when you put it like that, it makes more sense. Like we still have the cards in our favor, we still have titles, Diantha still stands over all those skanks, and we still have a new member of the group to help fight against everyone.

DT The Ruler: One thing you need to remember also, Mr. Reese, is our goal, particularly Mr. Raivo’s goal. Opportunity is the main goal, and we cannot afford to progress backwards. Our group has within it some of the best wrestlers ever seen in this profession. As our appointed manager and spokesman, you especially need to make sure none of our moves turn into wasted time. You also need to make sure that anyone talking greasy about The House That Raivo Built has no chance to ruin its foundation. We have two main targets in The Frontline and Thotyssey, and while I prefer we stick to just beating the living Hell out of them since they are OWA’s Pride and Joy, you need to make sure to make it clear we are afraid of no one. Don’t you agree, Mr. Reese?

Giovante Reese: Yeah, yeah. (Giovante Reese waves his hands in confidence, thinking little of the growing opposition) We’re all good.

(Giovante Reese reaches for a bottled water with hesitation, but DT The Ruler waves the OK for him to take it and drink some)

DT The Ruler: We will be at Odyssey again, and we will be there to not only ensure that Ms. Diantha Rosso is supported, but also to make sure that those Amouranth Juniors understand the best place for them is not nose-to-nose with anyone connected with For The Minorities, but on a Casting Couch.

Giovante Reese: Don...uhh, sir: listen, man: I got this. You got nothing to worry about, not a thing! No need to be paranoid about where we’re going! We’re just getting the ball rolling; OWA is still shaking off what we did! They still can’t believe what you did because they didn't believe you had it in you! They didn't believe that Raivo had it in him!

DT The Ruler: I’ve seen many groups develop and fall over incompetence in OWA. I’ve seen some groups over my career more dysfunctional than the Z warriors and Vegeta during the Android Saga. I’m looking out for everyone’s sake so we don’t end up like that. (DT The Ruler eventually pulled out a cigar and lit it, taking a puff and sitting back) There’s another thing we need to discuss, though. I heard you had a conversation with one of our coming opponents in Mr. Reginald Dampshaw III.

Giovante Reese: I did; he ain’t nobody. That guy’s just some pushover.

DT The Ruler: I agree. Honestly, I didn’t even know the boy was still around, but: I sat back, watching the Kingdom replay prior to this meeting, and heard what stupid boy said to you about you....about us. And that moron has a lot of nerve. The audacity of that lost degenerate to not only speak to you about anything like he has the right to, but also then to compare us to Ms. Aria Jaxon and my associate and friend in this business, Mr. Carlos Rosso. Now I don’t know much about Ms. Jaxon except that she’s THICC as fuck, but I do know she is considered a legend in OWA. And we both know how regarded Mr. Carlos Rosso is in these parts. However, Mr. Reese, do not let degenerates like Mr. Dampshaw fool you with how he says he sees them. Listen to many of these imbeciles in the locker room as they speak; take heed of their words more carefully, Mr. Reese. And you’ll be able to deduce that the way people like him talk about Ms. Jaxon and Mr. Carlos now is nowhere close to how pasty rejects like him spoke of them when they were around. If the people we faced recently can’t even show respect in regards to myself and Mr. Raivo being the OWA Tag Team Champions currently, from Mr. Jeffrey to Team Girls Gone Wild to Mr. Theodor Pavel, why allow an even bigger parasite to lie as if he respects those two? Worst part about that: many White People like Mr. Dampshaw go to that “DEMS DA GOOD BLAKKS” argument all the time, comparing Black People to each other to further plant seeds of dissension. Don’t you agree, Mr. Reese?

Giovante Reese: Yeah, bu-

DT The Ruler: Now how would it look if I looked at Mr. Maggall, a man who’s just returning and joining us, and called him a disgrace because he allowed those Olympus reprobates to minimize the Bad Boy Collective into an In Living Color routine? What does that accomplish? What does that do for FTM? And you know these White People against us will try and do everything to take down a group of Black People. In The Wire, if you recall that show, .the character of Brother Mouzone said that the most dangerous thing in America....is a n*gga with a library card. But second behind it are Black People cooperating with each other. Don’t you agree, Mr. Reese?

Giovante Reese: Yeah, yeah. You make good points, and I’m sure everyone subconsciously knows that That’s why they’re reacting more to us than everyone else building allegiances. That’s why they’re acting like what we accomplished is abhorrent compared to their dirt.

DT The Ruler: Oh I know I do, and I’m glad we’re in agreement, Mr. Reese. And in cooperating, we must all do our part to make sure all goes well. And myself and Mr. Raivo will do our part in shutting that bitch up and shutting down whoever the Hell his partner is this week, which will probably change once the wind blows past the arena. With the way he has made and broken allegiances during this OWA season, Mr. Dampshaw is best picking a few members of the audience in Sweden and trying his luck. Maybe ABBA will be in attendance, and they could give him the numbers advantage as well! This man goes from a confusing relationship with Mr. JD Damon to two random Putty Patrol members we haven’t seen much of since, if at all, to now some nobody named Hatchet Gully, a man he probably was given from the Question symbol of a Character Select Screen. There is no reason to show respect to a man who shows many signs of dysfunction and can’t keep his connections in order. And there’s no reason to allow such a man to believe he’s anywhere near our level. Don’t you agree, Mr. Reese?

Giovante Reese: Yeah, uh...yeah. Yeah, absolutely. No reason to give that man respect.

DT The Ruler: Then it’s settled! Next time you cross someone like that, they need to be reminded to know their place is not in a conversation with you about FTM, and we will show Mr. Reginald where he stands compared to us in the grand scheme.

(Giovante Reese laughs a bit and nods his head)

DT The Ruler: And truth be told, these coming few shows will be full of reminders of the difference between them and us. A big thing they need to be reminded is that in war, one fight doesn’t determine anything when there’s no leverage lost. What everyone saw on Kingdom was the equivalent to taking a pawn after losing two bishops and a knight. It makes me think that many of the degenerates we’re facing just want to feel good, like Leticia in that despicable movie Monster’s Ball, that type of thing.

Their Master and Ruler, however, is going to make them feel worse this coming week.

Isn’t that right, Mr. Reese?

(The cameras fade to black)

'Don' Hendrix and Chad Ecclestone have spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 9th 2023, 2:21 pm by **Bobby Wheeler**

Nate Cage

Cock Suckers Academy

Nate Cage sits at the head of a long, extravagant dinner table in an opulent dining room, the walls are adorned with expensive oil paintings in gilded frames. Every other seat at the table is accompanied by an empty plate, while Nate is enjoying some piping hot soup. His head is heavily bandaged, still covered in swelling and stitches from the Bloodsport Rules match with Michael Bishop. He grimaces a little, popping a stitch in his nose and causing blood to trickle down into the soup, which he continues to eat anyway.

To live in infamy is to be known for your misdeeds. To be thought of not as a hero or someone who contributed positively to the world, but as a scoundrel with no qualities to offer but malfeasance. Infamy has defined my entire life. Infamy is the one descriptor that everyone in the OWA, past and present, would use to describe me. I have made peace with that. I sat in Hell for a year and realised that nobody was coming to save me, that everyone collectively agreed the world was a better place without Nate Cage. Oh, how this place thrived in my absence. Mighty warriors rose up and carried Kingdom to the promised land. Men who I thought of as peers surpassed my expectations and became gods. Or so I thought.

Michael Bishop is no god, he is just a man. I knew what would happen to me when I walked into the belly of the beast. I knew my bones would be broken, my blood spilled, my penance paid. Going to Hell was never the punishment for my sins, oh no, the punishment is here on Earth. The punishment is that my life is now in total disarray. On one side, I must manage a roster of rambunctious children in Olympus, running around like they own the place, having zero respect for authority because that show cannot seem to hold down a leader for a meaningful period of time. On the other side, I must continue to compete on a show I have not been on in three years. When I left Kingdom, I found my greatest successes. I finally started to deliver on that mythical potential that so many had mentioned. Then, it all blew up in my face when a chainsaw was shoved through it.

I lost a year of my life, but I gained a year of perspective. A year to think about all the fucked up things I would do to those I perceived as lesser. Kingdom has changed a lot since I was last here, I barely recognise it anymore. Fresh faces who I am unfamiliar with, all vying for their spot at the top. Even the champion, Jason Long, is a man I know very little about. I feel as though I have returned to a home that is no longer mine. I feel as though…I am no longer welcome on Kingdom.

Bishop saw to it that I got that message. What others might have seen was a beatdown that would deter me from ever stepping foot in that ring again, but what I saw…what I saw was a reminder that I am still able to surprise you people after years of pulling the same old tricks. The knee, the eyes, the soul, it matters not what part of Bishop I targeted, the message was the same: I can still hurt you.

For the first time in a year, I felt ALIVE. I felt the warmth of my blood pouring out of me and I liked it! I felt my teeth splinter like old lumber, and those shards might as well have been the finest caviar as they settled on my palate. Bishop didn’t beat a damn thing out of me, he simply awoke a dormant animal that was kept in the underworld for too long…festering, growing, becoming steeped with hateful resentment. I pushed the greatest champion this brand has ever seen to his limit. I gave him the fight of a lifetime and in that moment, though he will never admit it, he knew he could never get rid of me. He knew that once I regained consciousness, I would come to the realisation that I do belong here. I am still capable of bringing the fight to the best this business has to offer and we have the footage to prove it.

Would you like to know what I did when I got backstage? I sat there in the doctor’s office, having my face sewn together like a football and I demanded that Scott Oasis see me. Kenny Drake might be the General Manager, but he obviously does not want to see me if he can help it…so Scott enters and has this shit-eating expression on his face. That smug prick thought I would walk away after enduring such punishment…but no, I asked him for another match. I asked him to book me against ANYONE he had available for the next show and while he would never betray the feeling with his face, I knew that his heart sank in that moment. He has fucked up big time. He poked the bear and now he has to deal with Nate fuckking Cage on his show. He has to deal with me crippling his men, executing measures of extreme violence that will make Hardcore Havoc look like daytime television, and it is all his fault.

If I can do what I did to Michael Bishop in his own match, just imagine what I can do to the cavalcade of mediocrity that now populates this once great roster. When I heard who my opponent was, it was a little embarrassing to be someone I had never heard of. Someone who carved out their own little spot here while I was gone. A man who goes by the name of Noah Krieger.

Noah, I am not going to pretend to know you. I am not going to pretend that I have gone out of my way to research your career while I am recovering from what can only be described as a prison beating. I do not know you…but I will, oh how I will. My favourite thing about this place is all the new friends I get to make and all the trouble that we will get up to together. All I had to hear about you though, Krieger, was that you are a street rat. That you came from nothing and spent your youth with no money and no home. That wrestling was your escape, that it gave you purpose and brought you to this point. That you were trained all over the world by the best in the game and how you are now here to become a world champion and blah blah blah blah blah.

I see nothing has changed here. I see we still have a generic line-up of “world-travelled” athletes who have come to OWA to “test themselves” and “be the best.” What the FUCK happened? Where are the Kenny Drakes, the Moongoose McQueens, the Monoliths? Where are the fucking freaks who added some spice and variety? I will fight Michael Bishop until the sun explodes, because at the very least, I respect what he can do. What I can never respect is the workrate-obsessed technicians who have nothing to offer but some fancy holds. I see you are being scouted by Finnegan Wakefield for his Cock Suckers Academy now, are you proud of that, Noah? Let me tell you something about Finnegan Wakefield, Noah, I was chained to him with a dog collar in a past life and I beat the ever-living shit out of him. I left him laid in a pool of piss and blood and I will do the same thing to you, to his future son, or to any of you move marks who think you have what it takes to stop my campaign.

While you were being a drain on the system, not contributing in any meaningful way to the economy or society at large, sleeping on the floors of dojos and fucking underage masseuses, people like me were keeping the train on the tracks. People like me were being the breadwinners and doing it without complaining about how triggered someone made us or how we couldn’t get out of bed because of made up problems like anxiety and depression. What happened to this generation? What happened to the world? It feels like you have to walk on eggshells everywhere you go these days, in case you accidentally call someone who is clearly male “he,” because it turns out he woke up one morning and decided gender didn’t exist. We even have one of those running around here, don’t we? Me Oh Gin, or something like that?

I digress, I heard I had to fight you and it got my heart racing. I am already fantasising about the look on your face when I put my boot to your throat and crush your windpipe, because you didn’t have a hold to counter a cold bastard who isn’t restricted by impairments like moral decency. You are the first in a long list of people I cannot wait to become acquainted with, so I can send them back to whatever shithole promotion they crawled out of and begin to Make Kingdom Great Again.

I helped birth this place, boy. I was there at the beginning while you were a fucking rookie with barely a year under your belt. OWA provides a relevant platform to world-class wrestlers because of ME. Because of MY CONTRIBUTIONS. You want to stand on the shoulders of giants, Krieger? You want to try and take food from MY table? Try it, try and come at me with what you think is experience and learn the harsh reality that some people are just better than others. I have felt the wrath of the meanest cunts this business has to offer. I have been to Hell and back, quite literally. I had my heart stopped by Kenny Drake, I had my head rammed into thumbtacks by Scott Oasis, I was turned into an electrified zombie in the Thunderdome and I KEPT COMING BACK.

Greater men than you have tried and failed to get rid of me, Noah. Don’t you see? Don’t you understand just what the FUCK you are up against? I am not a man, I am a ghost, I am the revenant that Michael Bishop claims to be. I am fucking invincible, immortal. Every scar on my body tells a tale of someone who attempted to dispose of me, and how every single one of them merely postponed by inevitable resurgence.

We are now on the precipice. I am tired of waiting, tired of hearing that my time is coming. My time is NOW, Mr. Krieger, and YOU will be the first man to feel my renewed wrath. Michael Bishop was a fucking warm-up, I am ready for the workout. Stretch me out with as many holds as you want, go to Finn to learn about my “weaknesses.” I am fucking Doomsday, you kill me and I just come back immune to what you took me out with. There is no lesson that can prepare you for the shitstorm you are about to walk through. No prayer you can say that will grant you protection from my fury. You will be an example of what righteous rage looks like, Krieger. All you can do is sit, wait, and hope that I make it quick.

I hope they remember you, because I sure as fuck won’t.

Lazarus Arjen has spoken. It’s such good shit!

Re: OWA Promos February 9th 2023, 3:37 am by **Krysis**

Nothing but Small Fries

Odyssey LXXXVIII #1

(At NC Wrestling Factory, Devi is sitting on the mat.)

Ok really? Really. I just had a Astounding victory against a rookie named Eleni Angelos. Now the rookie is coming back from more, only this time…Aaliyah Landerson joined in the fight and it's a 3-way fight! And…I don't see the problem with me fighting the both of them because Aaliyah Landerson just fresh off her good match against Tomomi Shinozaki. And she's a daughter of El Landerson and wrestling is her DNA. However, that kid got a good future in OWA but if you step on the battlefield against Discus Devi, you're gonna have to survive. Like in the jungle it's survival of the fittest, no one can call for help, you just gonna have to adapt! Now after NAMI betrayed yours truly, I made a mission to Trust No One, Trust nobody else, but me! And I wouldn't even begin how many times that I got my friends stabbed me in the back. But when I heard about what happened to NAMI getting sacrificed I'm not surprised, that turncoat piece of shit had it coming, joining Rin Asakura and the Golden Dawn but I guess it's too little too late huh? Part of me said that I'm done with NAMI, but part of me wanted to get revenge for my fallen former friend. But I'm willing to focus on me, and ONLY ME!

(Devi sighs.)

And my mission to Trust No One will continue, starting with…once again Eleni Angelos and Princess of the 619, Aaliyah Landerson! Let's see how you two upstarters willing to test your limits against me, Eleni Angelos has already impressed me so Aaliyah I suggest you do the same. You two had been here since a cup of tea, but when it comes to OWA, This is a fucking big leagues! And I have had my share of facing tough opponents since I got my foot in the door, and everytime I lose I always get up and try again. Tough opponents like Stephanie Matsuda, Diantha Rosso, NAMI, Gwen Harper, Nakita DuBov, Skylar Arceneaux, Alyssa Grace to name a few. And trust me when I'm saying this to you both, you're living in the same brand as them, but you're not even "BREATHE" The same brand as them! I fucking did! And now you two had to dig deep, dig deep in the bottom of your soul to take me down and find your way to defeat me if not….

You'll go down in history as nothing but Small Fries to me and you couldn't hang with the Former Goddess Champion like myself. No more, no less! And once I'm done with those two, I might be looking at my sights on the Hana Nakajima's Goddess Championship once again, or whoever holds the Sparks Championship between Felix Hartley and Dr. Bethany Hastings PhD, or maybe go for the bigger prize like OWA Women's World Championship! It doesn't matter what matches that you put in front of me, but in the end I'm walking out victorious!

See you soon, Small fries..

Scene fades black

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

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