OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos March 23rd 2020, 4:55 pm by **Michael Bishop**

(We are greeted to a dark arena, the only visible lights being dim red LEDs hanging from the catwalks above the main light fixtures. With a sudden ZAP, a ring is illuminated by stinging white lights. It’s adorned in black ring ropes and mat cover, empty except for only one man sitting on a steel folding chair).

Destiny…. Predictions….. Fighting the odds…..

For many people this is yet another tag line they’ll use to squeeze their way into video packages. A meaningless statement forced into their little slur sessions to try and drum up petty support from people to paint the image of them being an underdog. For many… they’ve never actually faced the odds head on. The overwhelming odds…. The unbeatable odds….

I’ve been doing that since the day I left the octagon behind. Not because I was running, not because I was an ashamed 300lb vanilla roided gorilla trying to outrun a 5 - 3 career record. I did it because I proved I was worthy of making the jump. To the world and to myself… I am a high level talent. I am a motivated, driven motherfucker…. For those who want to strawpoll or gerrymander my victories, Wikipedia speaks for itself….

Three time heavyweight champion of the octagon, millions on fucking millions of PPV buys of events I headlined, and a career record sporting 56 fucking wins, 51 of which were by Knockout. Not TKO, not point fighting. Knockout.

So I have to ask the simple question, why is it so likely to OddsSharks that I’m gonna lose? That I’m gonna come up short? Because I’m old? Considering I’ve ran laps around half the twenty year old prodigies in this fucking ring, I’ve debunked that shit. Is it because I’ve only been back for a couple of months? That I don’t have the momentum, that just because old Michael managed to come back so close to FD Week that he just isn’t the one meant to grab the case’s handle and win….

People seem to forget that professional wrestling is apart of combat sports- and combat sports is a motherfucking thunderdome. A fight to the death where all it takes is one kick, one punch, one spear, one knee, one hard finishing maneuver that you’ve trained 10,000 times while everyone else tried 10,000 ones only once…. And in my case, I’ve got a fucking railgun of a fist, a strike that’s put down 40 high class fighters, humbled indie darlings, and forged my name here in the squared circle out of fucking blood and fire….

“But Michael!!!” You’ll say, “There’s five other people in there!!!”, “There’s too many people!!!”, “it’s a multiman match!!!”. If you took my words seriously and let Wikipedia speak for itself, you’ll know multiman matches is where I was born.
Debut? Multiman match. Weekly matches? 5 of 7 were multiman matches. Title defenses? Multiman matches. Debut on fucking Kingdom? A god damn multiman match… My return bout, the place where I returned to the squared circle, to combat sports- The Clash of the Titans, a mothafuckin' multiman match….

I was baptized into this industry battling multiple men at once!! I fought every single week against multiple opponents. Just because it’s going on three years since I arrived here, doesn’t mean anything has changed. It doesn’t mean I’m gonna quick, I’m gonna get overwhelmed. You dangle the opportunity to get a shot at the world title in front of me? The motherfucking world championship, just 12 rungs away, and you expect me to just quick because there’s more than one opponent?

Fuck. That.

I’ll tell you the same thing I told the men of the blue brand all those years ago, when I was several years younger, prior leg injury, and a chip on one shoulder- a title belt on the other. I was locked in a cage with two hyenas who challenged me, questioned my ability, and in the face of being outnumbered I told them the same thing I told you.

Come one, come fucking all!! It’s the fiercest fight of the Final Destination card, a battle of ethics vs greed, 5 hungry sneaky opportunists, versus the last good fighter on the roster. I don’t shy away from competition, I told them day one to give me the best, and instead they gave me five cowardly, greedy, backstabbing, low blowing, eye gouging- leaving their partners to get eviscerated by derelict- fucking vultures….

Isn’t that right, Jonetta? Is that what you call starching people now? Fish hooking, eye gouging, low blowing, hitting your own people when their backs are turned and then taking getting your ass slapped around the ring, and dunked in a tank of water- a fucking victory? What kind of bullshit did they force feed you when they strapped you to a chair at the dollhouse? That it’s just doing whatever it takes? That it’s being a hungry competitor? That if you keep denying your road to Final Destination is just a trail of shit, you’ll one day get ahead and claim that gold like Claudia and Robbie….

So much for motherfucking women power, really taking everything the pink brand has given you and just taken a massive fucking shit on it- haven’t you? Odyssey’s fucking finest everyone: Can’t hack it in a stand up fight, can’t go one minute without cheating, uses her tag partner to cut corners before cutting her partner out, a selfish fuckin’ worm who can barely cut down to middleweight. Brav-fuckin’-o, kiddo. You managed to bullshit management but you can’t bullshit old Mike B. You can’t fucking fight, you can’t even lie- You couldn’t beat me, you couldn’t beat Havoc, and you couldn’t even be the one to take out Azumi, you needed the overweight openweight to do it for you….

Speaking of which, Derelict- sorry, The Derelict. Have to be polite to the former Openweight champion who akins himself and his career to a foreclosed structure.

“Leaving a whole pile of bodies in your wake”- right after you jumped in the middle of a fight… Sadly you don’t be jumping in the middle of this fight, like Jonetta you’re gonna have to stuff the surprise attack bullshit and put up or shut up. And as I’ve seen with your little spat against Kevin Maverick, if you can’t beat a fucking welterweight, you sure as shit won’t hack it against me.

And in the motherfucking third corner… Azumi Goto. Oh fuckin’ boy, go ahead ‘Zum, feel real proud for that little shitshow affair you had on Atlantis. Cheating all match long, and then having your shithead trainees jump me in an alleyway is the JET way, huh? Tell me how hard were you after thinking up that zinger last week?

“You haven’t been a WoRlD ChAmP-” ooooo, I fuckin’ got him!!...

Listen sister I’ll admit first had I’ve gotten shortchanged, and I’ve come up short when it comes to world titles. I’ll wear it on my sleeve. You on the other hand like to forget, hide behind all the stans and your little former girlfriend Jonetta’s praise-

“Azumi Goto is an INSPIRATION!!!”
“She’s a Legend!!”,
“She’s a 'Hero'…”.
Azumi you are the epitome of perseverance, I respect that. I can connect to that shit on a spiritual fucking level, but if you’re gonna stand there and act like that little five minute reign you had is anything impressive, and that it’s gonna shake me, you might want to take a seat because it doesn’t mean shit to me.

He’s the truth sister, title reigns aren’t impressive when their defended against god damn cans, and the fact that the division you pried it off-barely pried it off- was on flyweight levels in terms of competition. It speaks for itself. Not mentioning that you then lost it to Natalie "I do meth before I fuck my brother's gas mask" Cage. What an end point to write yourself as a sentence in her history book.

You won the belt, good for you. You got a good lick in on me, good for you. But tag matches are tag matches, they’re breeding grounds for shit luck. Always have been, always will be, and this time you won’t have that little traitor faux curr to back you up. It’s just you, Azumi. And as far as history as shown, when you’re against even one person who can competently fight, you’re done for. You’re outclassed. I showed it when I kept clinching and battering you back in philly. Put you against the rest, and you’ll be sitting outside the ring gassed for your Final Destination spotlight….

Jacob Knight. I have to admit I can respect your blind committedness to your little indecisive persona, Jake. A tough guy who eats nails, shits screws, and threatens everybody because you won a debut against a mid tier talent. Congratulations, you can wrestle okay but it doesn’t make you anywhere near the best. Everyone has their ventures outside this company, hell even I do, but it’s a double edged sword. It can help you, or it can expose you and your weaknesses, and burn you to the fucking ground.

How many times have you tried the same old “ ‘Gonna feed you your teeth” act to guys in the regionals? How many times have you had it shoved back down your throat. It’s one thing to wear the persona Jake, it’s another to actually be it. I’ve seen your kind before, and I’ve beaten your kind before. You’re not a tough motherfucker, you’re an insecure shithead who talks the talk, but historically can’t walk the walk whether it’s in the ring or in prison. This isn’t the minor leagues jake, it isn’t the fuckin’ bingo halls where everyone buys your shit and eats it in one sitting. And whether you realize this or not won’t matter because Final Destination will be a rude but much needed awakening.

I talk the tough guy talk, and I walk the tough guy walk. For better or for fucking worse I don’t shy away from opponents, and I don’t run and hide. I challenge every single person I face, I salivate at the thought of fighting them, and I relish like a fucking blood god when I face them head on.

I walk the road less traveled, and all you do is stand from the sidelines and act like you’ve been down it. A spineless fucking piece of shit, and a Michael Bishop bootleg- “Mick Bishop” as Derelict would have it.

There’s only one knight in OWA, and that’s the goddamn Dreadknight. It’s not a self given title that I use as a last name to cash in on some cringey “Knight in shining armor”, for merch or signs…. That’s a title I was given by the spectators who cheered at the blood and death of watching me pick apart 56 high level cage fighters piece by piece for over ten fucking years. Just like I did back to people all the way in Season 1, just like I’ve set out to do back in February, just like I will do to you all.

Setting out to tear people apart was my goal, and I wanted to face the best this era has. I stared into the abyss and the abyss blinked back, “Give me the fucking boogeman” I told it. It smiled, and my second match in…. Enter the Nightmare King.

Havoc despite my ruthless yet well deserved tirade, you impressed me. You still do. You were the boogeyman of Kingdom, the guy no one wanted to face; The painted demon with more belts than Floyd Mayweather, and a psychotic demoness by his side. And yet despite all the scare tactics, all the skills, all the hype- I still had you.

Despite all the hits, all the close calls you gave me, I was able to control and set that pace since the start of that fuckin’ bell. I manhandled you, I threw you around that ring, and I would have had you laid to rest. I had the belt collecting creature of the night’s number. The whole world knows it, I know it, and despite all of that aura and mystique, deep down underneath that pastel covered visage, I know that you know it.

You’re great, but you’re not the best. You’re a champ, you’re a fighter, you’re the one they dip and dodge backstage- but you’re not me. You’re the one they fear, but you’re not the one that I fear. I looked into your eyes and I saw through you, I took a piece of the king with me after that match on Kingdom, and it’s left you snarling to get it back. Even when I best you here, it’s not gonna be the end. I won’t rest until I’ve nailed Havoc down and beaten him clean one on one, and Final Destination is gonna be a perfect place to strike yet another blow to that iron will of yours…

You might've brought it to me face to face, but I know about the fuckery you wreaked on Odyssey. Won’t happen this time Buddeh, and it won’t happen to me.

You know it’s pretty funny, there’s a common theme with all of you. You’re all bark, and you’re no bite. You can’t put up, but you don’t shut up. Every single one of you has some claim to fame strike against each other, against me- but it’s all when each others backs were turned. When the situation allowed you to get lucky. You all took advantage of a greasy opportunity, and you bent the good nature of this sport over, and fucked it.

Bravo, the opportunists won the battle, but you’re about to lose the war.

Like I said, I was born in multiman matches, every single debut I’ve had on promotions, it’s been in them. Where you see an advantage, an opportunity, I see the chance to overwhelm. I see the home turf I’ve ruled for years, and where you’re all hoping to survive til you get lucky, I’ve gonna fucking thrive.

In a den of hyenas, I’ve a god damn lion- the only ethical man left in this 6 person war of attrition and greed, fueled by 600 days of being told that I was never going to be a world champion again, 600 days of being told I was the journeyman, I was the gatekeeper, knowing every single day that I wasn’t, but chained down by the injury given because I was the last good fighter….

Well no fucking more. I’m back. I’m here. Michael Bishop is walking into Final Destination 2, and despite how out of this world that might have sounded a few months ago, it’s a reality. My reality, the fate I’ve carved well and furiously up to this moment.

All the momentum, all the pain, all the blood, all the hunger, all the motivation. It culminates in that ring, after that bell, on every single step on that ladder, and on those final few seconds as I pry that briefcase from the hook....

Re: OWA Promos March 22nd 2020, 11:22 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

Poor Boy: Final Destination 2 Promo #1

“Never sing for my supper

I never help my neighbor

Never do what is proper

For my fair share of labor.

I'm a poor boy

And I'm a rover

Count your coins and

Throw them over my shoulder”

100 days. 100 days I’ve held this OWA Spartan Championship proudly, superbly and definitively. Scotty Adams came back to much ballyhoo as the first ever Spartan Champion and what happened? Where is he now? The last time I checked, he was still in the hospital convalescing from the absolute thrashing Demis and I gave him. Broken bones, contusions, multiple concussions. I even heard he tested positive for COVID-19, but that’s another story. I’ve prattled on enough about Adams. He bores me. His beatings were a necessary evil to the eventual reality. I’ve said it before, no one is worthy of fighting me for the Spartan Championship, and I still believe that with every fibre of my being. But obviously the OWA management thinks otherwise. So Arata Asakura beat Hayden Cross all those moons ago to hold the Keys to The Kingdom and now he thinks just because he kept onto those that he even has some sort of claim to fight me for the championship? Sure, it was very impressive that it was his debut match here in OWA, but please. Look what I did to Hayden Cross. He’s not exactly a world beater, is he? And look. Arata’s 3rd match in OWA he was beaten by whom? Moongoose McQueen? I can’t even count on both hands how many times I’ve beaten that pillock.

And now Arata has the audacity to call out my claims and say I’m crazy? You know how many people have said the same thing to me, Arata? I thought you were supposed to be this unique, once-in-a-generational talent? You may be talented, this is true. You may end up being one of the best here. But you’re not going to end up Spartan Champion. You’re just not. Jon McAdams mocked me. I beat him. Again, Moongoose did as well. I beat him. Nasir Moore? Beaten. Carlos Rosso? Beaten. Jeff X? JEFF X? Well...we all know what happened there, don’t we? The same thing always happens. I speak the Absolute Truth that everyone is sincerely blessed to hear, people ridicule and deride me and say I’m barmy….and then I destroy them. Does it sound strange to hear that a man can see through time? Yes. But it’s the truth. The Time Lizard isn’t just a cute little moniker used for marketing. I didn’t just come up with it to sell T-shirts. It was bestowed upon me before my birth. Arata, I’ve seen you since you were a child in Osaka. I’ve seen you when you were playing in your little Zen garden with Io. That’s right. I know all about Io.

You were the poor boy at the bottom of the hill and she was the pretty girl in the big house at the top with all of the beautiful, shiny things. You felt insecure and not good enough for her to even look you in the eyes. But she liked you and she made you feel like you mattered. She made you feel like less of a wastrel. You loved her. You still do. But I’m sorry to tell you. She never loved you. No, she liked being around you because your kind was dangerous. It was sexy. She felt alive being around someone who wasn’t so prim and proper like all of the other people she was surrounded by. You felt like she saw the real you, but she was just looking at you through a stained window. You were a sideshow for you. A cheap thrill to get her motor running for a few hours before she had to go back to the world of money and class. So I know. I know when you look at me, you see her, but you don’t feel love or warmth. No, you feel that isolation. That nagging voice in the back of your head saying, “You’re not good enough. You’ll never be good enough.” So you buy fancy suits and nice wristwatches and, fair play to you mate, you do look quite dapper, but it isn’t you. You don’t feel comfortable in that. Because you know. You know you’re still just the dirty poor boy at the bottom of the hill. You see me and you know that if I lived in your neighbourhood, I’d sweep Io right off her feet. You would have never seen her again. So this isn’t really about the Spartan Championship, is it? No. Sure, another championship wouldn’t hurt, but it’s not going to fill that hole inside you, is it? You’re the Wrestleworld Shogun Championship, and from what I’ve seen, you’ve been doing quite well in their King of The World tournament, but does it all really matter? The reason you want a piece of me is because you see me as the embodiment of everything you could never be. The suave, successful, financially set man you wish you were...that’s me. You would see men like me go into Io’s home and curse their names. You couldn’t know, could you? You could never imagine in a million years that we were always going to meet on that day, at Final Destination 2. It could be April 10th. Could be the 11th or the 12th. I won’t say, but I will say that it was always meant to happen. What a classic story. The Poor Boy vs. The Aristocrat. It’s like a Disney movie, isn’t it? But I’m not going to say something cliched like “Oh, but this won’t end in a fairytale ending for you, Arata.” because your life has never been a fairytale.

Now, I don’t know if you still talk to Io, but I hope you do. I hope you do because I want her in Miami. I want to see her smile when she sees you. Smile because she sees that you got out of that squalor in Osaka. But then I want that smile to fade into that familiar look of shame when she remembers what you have always been and always will be. Just a dirty, filthy poor boy.

“Oh poor boy

So sorry for himself

Oh poor boy

So worried for his health.

You may say every day

Where will he stay tonight.”

Re: OWA Promos March 22nd 2020, 7:38 pm by Guest

Final Destination...is a special PPV to me as it was my first one I was ever part of when I signed up for Omega. It was where my push to the sky began. It was where I won the Amazon Warfare Battle Royal, and guess what of all those people who were in that I am the only one still here. I stayed strong just like the city I am from. I had many and I mean many ups and downs, changes, and so forth. I was a champion...I am still the champion even though I don’t have my belt. Final Destination though is where my year-long journey, my highs, and lows all come together on the grandest stage Omega has to offer. This is where I will reclaim my belt that I never and I will drone this is into everyone’s head... the belt that I never lost for April never pinned nor submitted me to earn it.

My journey in Omega has been a rocky one, to say the least. I began simply as a rookie with no real push, but soon I began to gain momentum and I kept going up from there. I had the crowd eating at my hands like Jim Morrison. I showed want to be Detroit Strong was all about. Even at my lowest, I still got up and came back. That even includes when I wanted to leave for I felt like I did everything I could, but I realized I was lying to myself. There was much more for me to do and there was much more for me to accomplish. My journey in wrestling wasn’t the only one that affected me, but my personal life as well. When I was down the most was when I lost the two people in my life that cared for and always lifted me when I was down, but I soon realized I had to lift myself. I had to begin to do things on my own without help. I had to be me and no one else. I know that the fans boo me now for what I did, but it is all justified and those few that still cheer for me, get me the most and those are the fans I can appreciate the most. They get all my reasons for doing what I did and they know the same feeling I have and even had. As I said though this is where everything wraps up and I will show who I truly am and what I am truly about.

As far as my match is concerned, I will say this is the biggest match of my life. Bigger than when I faced Dulce Torres twice, and bigger than my match against April which was the turning point in everything. I want it to be known that this match...this one fucking match means more to me than anyone in this match, in fucking Odyssey, and you know what fuck it I will say it...it means more to me than anyone single person in Omega as a whole! This is my final and last breaking point! If I fail here what is even the fucking point in continuing? Seriously, look at everything I have done here compared to some of my opponents. I was always the first fucking person to do a promo while everyone else followed suit! I tried to break from cliches that everyone has fucking heard of! I tried my goddamn hardest and what in the fuck did I get in return an eighty-one-day reign than I get dethroned, and I use that term real fucking loosely, by someone who didn’t even fucking need the belt to begin with! It should have been me who won the Clash and went to face Dulce...hell it should have been Dulce versus me for the Championship! That would have easily been a match of the night! The two best going at it before at the grandest stage that Omega has...it would have been fucking amazing! Atlas though, that is all a pipe dream. This match as I reiterate is the one that will choose my faith more than anyone else because as I said if I fail here what is the point. If April wins then she continues forward as the all-mighty fucking Caesar she sees herself as. Alyssa wins then her career begins to rocket forward and even if she loses she still has the potential. Lorona wins...then it will be very similar to Natalie...okay that is a bit of a bad analogy, but you should get my point. What do I have? What would happen to me? These are questions I have no answers for...I know it is fucking odd that I don’t, but this match to put it simply is a pendulum swinging in every direction and no one...and I mean no fucking one knows where it will land.

I will say though this match will not be like my others before it. This match I will show what I am truly made of and I will show what it means to be an underdog that will not quit until the very fucking end! This is as I have said before is my last shot...and I will not miss it.

Re: OWA Promos March 22nd 2020, 6:20 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

Gal Gadot’s now-infamous “Imagine” ensemble video begins to play as the celebrities begin to sign their lines to uplift the people during their controversial “empathy” laced attempt to cheer people on during the current pandemic. It transitions to Jonetta Stone as if it's her turn to sing, but she sits there with an ivory hockey mask on and her arms crossed, signifying no attempt to reach out to the masses.

I am not going to sing.

DiVa liked to sing here, she still does songs worldwide for much better money than this company ever could afford, but not even the return of her and Roxy’s peer pressure could ever possess me to ever even play backup vocals for you ingrates ever again. I barely stomach removing my mask for in-ring performances, I hate allowing you all to bask in my beauty, especially after how you dirty rats treated us. All I want to give you people are cold stares, cold fists, and cold facts, just like a proper Canadian woman should.

Honestly, I don’t know why Gal does it. She was in the Israel Defence Forces, just like me should snap the necks of most of the wimps online who have negative things to say about her, and half of them would enjoy it. Yet for some reason, she tries to placate lesser creatures of this world and tries to warm your hearts during YOUR difficult times. Obviously, I know she partly wants attention, but she can get attention doing anything. She could have done some cute tour of her house, she could advertise Wonder Woman, or even just showed her darn leg, you imbeciles still would have flocked to give her the attention she craves. But like other do-gooders, she chooses to fulfill her social needs while also trying to be helpful, and that last part is what is truly gross.

The only “Imagine” I want is the one where I imagine I don’t have any opponents, above me only the briefcase. Oh, it’s easy if you try, just close your eyes, picture my fist balling up about five times, and I’m sure you’ve already see how my opponents disappear. Because everyone knows that I’ve always been the walking embodiment of the steel fist in a velvet glove. I’ve starched Azumi. I’ve starched Havoc. I’ve starched Bishop. A Phoenix gets burned, a Nightmare King takes a forced nap, and a wrestling coach gets taught, when Jonetta Stone steps into the room. Everyone knows soy boy can get knocked out without question. As for Derelict, I’ll clear things up right now.

Derelict, honey, you need to take a step back because you’re acting a tad bit too familiar with me, remember your place. The Dollhouse is and forever will be an elusive breed for your tier, you’d never be allowed to step into the store we’re in if we were on sale, getting any of our hands in marriage is a sick joke. I know you tend to get lost and step into random arenas destroying everything in sight without even registering where you are, but this is getting ridiculous. The figurative kinship between you and I? So what? Even some royal families have branches Derelict, because even when blood is shared power and the hierarchy matters. We may be criminals, but our collars are not the same. If you’re a beggar on the street, I’m a bank getting bailed out. In ancient times, you’d be a pillager and I a conqueror. If I was born a few decades sooner, whether you’d want to call me an enforcer or a “goon”, I’d be making top-dollar taking other players out on the hockey rink. You may whet your appetite on trying to get scraps that’ll last the night, but I administer destruction for long term goals. You speak of going lower than a hobo to get what I want, but it doesn’t matter, do the people do anything when the all-mighty state does a no-no? The state can try pressuring a civil rights hero to commit suicide, the state can destabilize communities home and abroad, but while the people may throw a complaint out here or there, they ultimately take it and bow their heads. In the OWA world, I’m Amazon, the FBI, and the CIA all rolled up together, it doesn’t matter what I do, it’s different when it’s me.

You talk about my physical size compared to yours? How trite, do you think I hunt down bears in the wild with only my bare hands? It’s called human ingenuity and tools, my oafish friend. You and I are not about to be in a one on one clean contest, I don’t have to throw, slam, or piledriver you, I don’t necessarily have to be the one that takes you out at all. Making you pass out is actually the easiest of all those feats you mentioned, if you’re ever weakened and distracted, I could climb on your large back and wrap my arm around your throat until the big bad monster is proven to be just another man who needs to breathe! I could even tip the ladder over when you’re on it! Smaller women than I have beaten men your size before, when you add up all the variables in this match, the number of people, the weapons, the multiple openings that can be created, you’d be a fool to get so comfortable. You ponder about burned bridges as if something abstract like that plays a factor once the going gets tough and lives are on the line. When campers hear the roar of a beast you’d best believe they’re banding together to survive the night, regardless of who hurt whose feelings the other night. When we’re in that ring, all our eyes will naturally be drawn to the big bad wolf, and you aren’t some gentle smiling giant that’s been any friendlier than I’ve been. You don’t seem to understand the situation you’re in, you don’t seem to realize you’re the one who is the most in danger out of all of us. Maybe no one’s ever told you any stories about monsters, didn’t tell you the tale of Frankenstein nor Beauty in the Beast, not even of Mice and Men, because if they did you’d know the true monster is always the mob. If I was a kinder woman, maybe I’d try to protect you like Quasimodo’s Esmerelda, but we both know my true nature. My role in this play is simply to grab the first pitchfork.

Speaking of mobs and pitchforks, why don’t I get to the man who represents what happens once the practice went digital, dull, and of dire need of long lost energy. That’s right, Jacob Knight, our very own new age Gaston always trying to whip up some sort of mob on social media. Hashtag close the Sanatorium. Hashtag Not Me, Us. Oh OWA advertised some bigot! Your kind is why I had to make my fabulous trophy pictures private, you’re the reason it’s so hard to sell fur without someone crying about animal rights, how can you even live with yourself? I get the thrill of a witch hunt and the power one feels after taking down their prey, but deactivated social media accounts and costing corporations billions is so impersonal! You can’t rub your cheek on the severed head of an internet celebrity you just brought down, a company’s flayed remains can’t keep your body warm at night, and you won’t be able to sell anything on the black market no matter how rare your prey was! You can’t even make it a fashion statement! You waste your talent behind modernized computers and ideals of revolution, you’re just like Gal Gadot trying to please an ungrateful audience! And what is a dove-like yourself even doing in a hawk business-like professional wrestling? You even hate glorious capitalism! This is one of the last public remnants of being able to get away with anything for profit and creativity! So long as I’m a star that puts butts in seats, nobody says anything if I show off a few snakeskin boots and mink pelts, I can be the ivory doll out in the open. I’m going to enjoy getting my hands on you. Normally I have to avoid park rangers, at least technically I can’t admit to ever joining any militias to deal with them or not. What happens in Zimbabwe stays in Zimbabwe. This will be the first time I actually get to brutalize an activist out in broad daylight, to do so while getting paid for it is a dream come true! I’m not even sure I want to starch you, that might be too easy on you. Knowing you’re down on the floor conscious, but paralyzed or unable to move, might just make me grabbing that briefcase all the sweeter. Because when you hear my name announced winner, you’ll know the person who represents everything you stand against holds the company’s future hostage, able to enact her regime of survival of the fittest anytime she chooses.

And I am the she that is winning this match. Zumi, we made a nice little team, but at the end of the day, I’ve only ever had less than a handful of friends in this industry, and you’re just not one of them. You’ve gained my respect, and I’m willing to do business, but we won’t ever be girlfriends to the point I’d sacrifice myself for you. Because you’re one of them, you’re an OWA faithful. I can’t relate. I can’t forgive or forget how these people treated my best friends, I only cooperate with any given person on this roster to make up for the fact this place is filled with cliques and teams. Be it because of the Void or because Kingdom sees it fit to invade Odyssey.

Speaking of OWA faithful, I wasn’t finished with you Bishop, there was so much more nonsense from you that needed to be addressed, even after Zumi and I wiped the floor with you guys, twice. Despite making my professional debut here, I’m not one of your homegrown talents, your beloved OWT wrestlers that our the future of this company….they belong right below me. While you pretend to know about my contract, through my friends in the Dollhouse and the fact the sponsor of my talent agency HOSTED the first Final Destination, I debuted right after that grand PPV with quite the lucrative deal AND the boon of being an OWA Tag Team Champion before ever wrestling a match here. Yeah, it was money dealings and moving things around at the start because OWA makes deals and they knew what I could become, but that’s all business. No one in the back likes me. But you? They mix business and the personal, the founder of this company makes his good friend and tag partner a trainer. People like you Bishop. I don’t know if they like you as much as they like an Azumi or your arch-nemesis Kenny Drake, but they sure as hell like you a lot better than they do me. You’re the fun uncle that runs in giving gifts and being a funny little drunk, even if you always screw up and will never amount to anything, aside from being an ex MMA fighter with a bad knee. I’m the niece of the family who doesn’t respect her elders and draws jeers from her cousins, because she thinks she knows everything and yet is proven right because she is sailing through university successfully with the future in the palm of her hands. I know people don’t want me to be the one who succeeds in this company, I represent a brand…a dynasty that has been on top too many times in this circle of wrestling for the tastes of the people here, but no matter how much this roster resists me everyone knows I am the type of talent OWA NEEDS and my claim to the top of this company is inevitable!

I am like stone that existed before man, stone that is thrown by man through glass windows in times of revolution, and the stone that will be there when volcanic ash or our dying star wipes man out from the face of the earth. They even have a musical number for my heart of stone, “When the fire's burnt, When the wind has blown, When the water's dried, You'll still find stone.” Doesn’t matter if the world descends into chaos and havoc, stone still there. Havoc, you were a fool to mess with me. Attacking Zumi? You probably would have gotten away with it, she’s a nice girl, or pretends to be, she wouldn’t have gone the route of revenge if not given a bit of a push by someone who won’t stand for being a victim. Your shocking level of tomfoolery reached new heights once you spoke of Azumi and I never being able to beat Natalie Cage, said as if OWA would have EEEVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER let me in the ring with Natalie. Natalie was OWA’s perfect spectre, someone who had a psychological grip over the fans and the majority of this roster, the higher-ups knew that if they ever allowed the two of us to meet her entire illusion would have been SHATTERED! That would affect OWA’s bottom line, so they made sure she and I were never in the same room, you could call it OWA’s social distancing of me and their paper tiger. When you attacked me on Odyssey, OWA management probably wept tears, knowing what the response would be for your unsanctioned actions. Then they saw it, their big bad painted up devil that makes so much money off being so mythical, got knocked out by an action girl with a heavy right hook. You should have known, you don’t have the best track record with anyone trained at the Wrestling Grotto, J-Dynasty members continue you give you trouble. You’re just like a caged zoo animal, Havoc, you impress because people know you can maul and rip them apart just by the look of you. But that only applies to people who don’t know what they’re doing, these fans and half the roster in the back. I look at you the same way I do when I check out a zoo animal to know if I like their kind enough to go find them in the wild and have them be part of my next outfit. I think your demon makeup will look nice smudged on my knuckles, I’ll be sure to sure to show them off while they take photos of me on top of the ladder, briefcase in hand.

End.

Re: OWA Promos March 21st 2020, 10:50 pm by **Stark**

THE STARKMAN SALUTE!!!

(Brought to you by the Bonsai Garden… a one-off LIVE! podcast, featuring none other than STARKMAN himself, hosted by special guest Stephen A. Smith, with special guest analysts Joe Rogan and Joe Budden… get hyped for Final Destination 2! Welcome to The Starkman Salute!!!)

(Feed opens up to our four personalities seated around a crescent table - from left to right - Stephen A. Smith, STARKMAN, Joe Rogan, Joe Budden. Joe Rogan sparks up a blunt and passes it over to STARKMAN. The two trade hits back and forth while Stephen A. Smith stares on in horror.)

S.A.S: Before we even say anything else - if you even want a CHANCE of beating Nathan Fiora at Final Destination 2… STAY! OFF! THE WEEEEEEEEEDDDDDUUUUHHHHH!!!!!!!!! ENOUGH!!!!

(S.A.S grabs at the blunt but STARKMAN gives it back to Rogan.)

Rogan: Relax dude. This shit is PERFORMANCE ENHANCING! This shit is banned in Gladiator FC for a reason!

S.A.S: STAY OFF THE WEED!!!

STARKMAN: Nah.

Budden: Imma need you clowns to relax. Let’s get this show on the road. We’re breaking international sanctions to be in here right now. Four world-traveling superstars in one room - that’s a breeding ground for COVID-19, now before our immunocompromised uncle Stephen A. Smith catches the shit and dies - let’s hurry things up.

STARKMAN: Did you really just call yourself a world-traveling superstar? You’re a B-List LA Celebrity at best bro.

Budden: The fuck you just say? You’re just mad cuz I’m here as the OFFICIAL King of Nathan Fiora Stans.

STARKMAN: That’s disgusting. Well it’s a good thing then that I appointed Joe Rogan here as the official Commander of the STARKMAN Army.

S.A.S: Alright we’ve got a lot on the menu here tonight… an introspective on STARKMAN’s career, questions from fans, a look in at Fiora, and then finally the discussion of the match stipulation! We don’t have to go too in-depth with it here but… if you could just explain… What exactly is an “I Simp” match?

STARKMAN: That’s a long story. We can either do it now or do it later.

S.A.S: Alright we’ll wait then --

STARKMAN: Fuck it we’ll do it now. Before I proceed, does anyone here not know what a simp is.

S.A.S: Never heard of it.

Rogan: I think so? Not sure.

Budden: Hell yeah!

STARKMAN: Fuck you Joe Budden. Alright, a simp - according to Urban Dictionary - is a “Sucker Idolizing Mediocre Pussy”, basically someone who does demeaning shit for garbage women. But that’s a dumb and outdated, frankly kinda sexist definition too. We ain’t with that in 2020. To me, and this is likely the most agreed upon definition… well I can’t put it succinctly enough in my own words. So if you’ll turn towards the screen I asked a professional to help me describe it. Can we get the guest up?

(The screen behind the four turns on… It’s Jaywalker!!!)

Rogan: Holy crap it’s the wrestling legend Jaywalker!

S.A.S: Finally someone in my age group in here! What’s up brother?

Budden: Nathan Fiora told me this guy sucks ass!

Jaywalker: Yeah and the charts tell me you’re a fucking commerical failure. You’re a reactionary idiot who says outrageous shit to get people mad at you and looking at your stuff. You’re the modern day Bill O’Reilly - wait a second - Bill O’Reilly isn’t dead yet, and his net worth is $100 million. What’s yours? Shut the fuck up. Don’t speak again while I’m here or I’m going to come out of this TV and break your neck.

Budden: …

STARKMAN: Damn. Agreed. Alright Jay, I need you in your own words, to explain what a simp is.

Jaywalker: A man who foolishly overvalues a woman and puts her on a pedestal.

STARKMAN: Well said, well said. Exactly, THAT is a simp. That’s why neither of us would willingly commit to being a simp, let alone say it in front of 100,000 people live and in person, and even more to millions around the world. That’s ridiculous.

Rogan: I can’t blame you. I feel like beating up some simps right now.

S.A.S: How awful. This word should be considered a derogatory slur! How could someone willingly be a simp?

STARKMAN: That’s a good question… so why don’t you ask NATHAN FIORA THAT?!!!

Rogan: Hold on -- I’m on your side here, but are you really saying Fiora… IS A SIMP? That’s a strong accusation!!!

Budden: NAH! NAH! SHUT UP! IT AIN’T TRUE!!! THAT’S BULLSHIT! THAT’S A TWO-PACK OF ASS! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

STARKMAN: IT’S TRUE!!!! NATHAN FIORA IS A SIMP!!!!!

(Joe Budden slams his fists on the table and stands up. STARKMAN stands up too and the two get in each other’s faces.)

Budden: IT’S NOT TRUE!!!!

STARKMAN: IT’S TRUE!!!! HE’S A SIMP!!!!

(Joe Rogan and S.A.S separate the two. Rogan sparks another blunt and passes it to STARKMAN who takes several hits. Budden sits down and order is restored.)

Budden: Sorry… sorry… Got carried away there.

STARKMAN: I don’t blame you. It’s a strong accusation, I know that. I’m not making it lightly. Here’s the story… It’s one that was never supposed to leave backstage but given the circumstances now, I have to tell it. It was a cold and stormy Thanksgiving… the latest mediocre white chick Nathan Fiora had on his arm had invited him to hers for Thanksgiving… this grown man went to that house… full of white crackers… He ate… he ate…

Rogan: What did he eat…?!!

STARKMAN: He ate… DRY TURKEY!!!!

S.A.S: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Budden: NO HE DIDN’T!!! NO HE DIDN’T!!!! STOP LYING!!!!!

STARKMAN: I SWEAR!!!! I SWEAR IT ON EVERYTHING MAN, IT’S THE TRUTH!!!!!

(Joe Budden holds his head in his hands and starts sobbing. Stephen A. Smith continues screaming in the background. Joe Rogan has gone completely catatonic.)

STARKMAN: It gets even worse… there’s choking… bullying by her mom… It’s bad man. It’s really bad. I can’t even get into it here, it’s not appropriate for any audiences. I’ve already said too much. But yes. Nathan Fiora is a SIMP. Yet he accuses me of being one. It’s classic projection - you see it in liars and manipulators all the time. That’s why we have to settle the score this way. And hey, this wasn’t my idea at all. I wanted a normal match - he wanted this garbage stipulation, obviously because he knows he can’t beat me head to head.

S.A.S: Unbelievable. This is DISGUSTING. I feel like THROWING UP.

Rogan: I’ll never look at him the same way again.

Budden: I refuse to believe it. I’m still Nathan Fiora’s biggest fan and he’s going to beat you into a pulp at Final Destination.

STARKMAN: Sure, whatever.

S.A.S: Alright… whew. We’re going to take a 5 minute breather, enjoy this commercial courtesy of Nobi over at 5Enterprise productions… it’s SPACE JAM!!!

(Feed cuts to commercials. It returns to the four guests looking much better.)

S.A.S: That breather sure helped a lot. Let’s get right into it now! STARKMAN! Time to look back on your career. So the most obvious question - where did it all begin?

STARKMAN: Oh man, that’s crazy. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t a fan of wrestling my entire life. I got into what, in 2004 or 2005 when I was about 15? Then I started training at the age of 16. Made by debut in 2008, at the age of 18, for a company called WSE. Decently sized company for that era, not a lot of people these days even remember it exists. I’m talking OLD school. StephenNGN. POD. Darkstar. Only guy who’d remember that shit these days is Scott Oasis. Anyways, I rose up the ranks there pretty quickly, and won the triple crown before I knew it. Accomplished pretty much everything after I won in the main event of our biggest show there so I decided to head over to the second biggest company in the world at that time… AWL.

Rogan: Oh boy. I remember that shit.

STARKMAN: Yeah… it was tough. I’m not gonna get into that. Next up obviously, EAW. I had all the momentum in the world - I was primed to be a top guy. Hell, I had that New Breed Championship won within my first four months there. Meanwhile took Nathan Fiora who debuted in 2014 up until 2017 to win that belt there. Fucking loser. Anyways, New Breed Champion, hell, I even defended it against a guy who looks suspiciously like Nathan Fiora a few times, what was his name… Troy Archello? Fiora claims it ain’t him but I don’t believe it.

Rogan: I don’t remember who that is.

STARKMAN: Yeah why would you. He’s a forgettable jobber from 2015. And then obviously the rest of my EAW career, I’ve recapped that shit a bunch of times. Who cares anymore. I never made it to the top because I had too much destruction in my personal life. It happens. What matters is that I’m here now.

S.A.S: So what brings you back here… as STARKMAN. And hell - weren’t you dead??? How the hell are you back?

STARKMAN: What happened to me last year… Nathan Fiora rigged a truck to blow me up and kill me. Collaborating with the same ugly Samoan he claims I love. Who knows what other awful things those two have done together. 9/11? Malaysia Flight 370? COVID-19? God damn.

Budden: Nathan Fiora didn’t kill you! It was just the Samoan! Don’t be lying on him.

STARKMAN: Shut the hell up you idiot. He was obviously collaborating with her. Now as for how or why I’m back… I can’t… I can’t explain all that just yet. But since I am here… I’ve made a few resolutions. First of all, my days of fun are over. Don’t get me wrong. I ain’t changing nothing about my core identity. But I’m not going to lie. My entire OWA career up to this date - two World Championship matches at PPVs, a Final Destination match, special entrances maxed out on the budget whenever I wanted… it’s been nothing but special treatment. I’m grateful, obviously, but I’m not just here to hang out with my friends and get that paycheck anymore.

(STARKMAN takes a long drag of the blunt.)

STARKMAN: I’m here to WIN. Everything I haven’t accomplished on the grandest stage yet. The World Championship! Main events! Top billing! I’m going to have it all! I’ve been given a second chance at life! I’m going to seize it all! Why did I come back as STARKMAN? Why did I target Nathan Fiora? It’s the last loose end I need to tie up - one last trace of evil STARKMAN needs to rid from this world - before I can set my sights on nothing other than being THE top guy of OWA. But these kids here? Jeff X. Chris Sabertooth. Nate Cage. Whoever the fuck else that’s important. They only know me from the memes. They only know me as the guy who comes here, takes a PPV spot from them, hangs out with Snoop Dogg, doesn’t try in my matches… yeah. They don’t like me. They don’t respect me. And why would they? I haven’t shown them anything.

(STARKMAN takes another long drag of the blunt.)

STARKMAN: But you know what I say to that? Fuck them kids. Anyone who’s been in EAW with me knows exactly what I’m capable of doing. There’s a reason I DO get that treatment I do. Fine - I never made it to the top of the mountain. Life always held me back. But just because I’ve never had a World Championship to my name in front of these eyes does not mean that I’m not at that level. There’s a reason I’ve earned the respect of the legends of this industry. So that’s why I don’t care if I’m not nothing to these new kids. But let it be known. This is their last season. Bull… Gareth… Jeff… whoever. Have your main events. Have your world title matches. When I’m back - when I’m at top form - when I’m trying my damned hardest to win… now that’s a STARKMAN to fear.

Rogan: Damn… that’s real shit.

S.A.S: That’s inspiring for sure. STAY OFF THE WEED! And maybe you can accomplish that. Moving on now - fan questions from the hashtag ‘STARKMANSALUTE’! First - any special entrance planned for Final Destination?

STARKMAN: Of fucking course. Next question.

Budden: I got one here from Nathan Fiora’s official Stan Instagram page. “Why is STARKMAN so ugly that he’s gotta wear a mask? He isn’t as pretty as Nathan Fiora. God I love Nathan Fiora!”.

STARKMAN: You wrote that, idiot.

S.A.S: … Question three --

Rogan: Yo, I got a question - ever done DMT?

S.A.S: … Okay! Enough with the fan questions. Let’s wrap up this podcast here with the most important part of it all… STARKMAN… give us your thoughts on Nathan Fiora!

STARKMAN: Before I get into it on Fiora, lemme tell you what this match at Final Destination 2 means to me. The landscape of OWA has changed drastically. The names of old are starting to fade out. Huge names are hanging it up soon, moving to backstage roles, I’m seeing people from MY generation starting to drop out. And it’s true! Why shouldn’t they? They’ve done it all! World Championships between OWA and EAW! Main events! Hall of Fame spots! God damn! And that’s MY generation. And what do I have to show for it? Not much. Not enough to satisfy me. Nah. I’m not going to let this time pass by me. I’m still young. I still got that energy. That drive. That determination. I can hang with any of these supposed “top guys” today. And now leading back to Nathan Fiora… he’s from that generation too. He’s one of us “old heads”. And he ain’t got shit to show for it either!

Budden: He’s got a hell of a career outside of wrestling though!

STARKMAN: I completely agree with you there, for once. Wow. But it’s true. His spectacular career as an entertainer is exactly why Nathan Fiora is a failure as a wrestler. And that’s fine. He’s richer. He probably gets more girls. I don’t give a shit though. Wrestling is MY domain. And that’s exactly why this simp had to go ahead and add this idiotic stipulation. I didn’t want this stipulation, to be honest. I wanted a head to head wrestling match. I wanted to make quick work of him and prove that I still deserve top booking here in this company. I’m still every bit the competitor I used to be, hell, I’m feeling even more rejuvenated after coming back to life. So whatever - he chose a stipulation where he can use dirty tricks to improve his chances of winning, well I can play at that game too.

Rogan: What do you think he has planned?

STARKMAN: I mean hell, he’s already killed me in the past. The bastard could have anything planned. But that’s just sad, that he has to play these dirty tricks. He does this shit because he knows he’s inferior to me. Took this man three years to win a championship I won in four months. This man was on Voltage, the land of fucking opportunity, and still never rose above the PURE Division. And Fiora was an active competitor for way longer than I was in EAW - and my resume there is still longer! This dude is straight ass! And Final Destination will be no different. For one night only - STARKMAN is back. Defeating Nathan Fiora at Final Destination - making that fucking idiot embarass himself and say “I SIMP!!!” in front of everything, that’s all going to be great. But what I’m looking forward to the most is what comes after. My return to full time competition. My road back to the top of the wrestling world… Final Destination 2 is just the beginning. But shit, nothing wrong with having some fun with it. Joe, pass me the blunt.

Budden: What?

STARKMAN: Not you dipshit, the cool Joe. The show is over by the way, you can fuck off now.

(Joe Budden gets up and leaves as Joe Rogan passes STARKMAN the blunt.)

S.A.S: Whew! What a show! Thanks for joining us on The Starkman Salute! Catch Final Destination 2 LIVE on April 5th! AND STAY!!! OFF!!!! THE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

(Fade to black.)

Re: OWA Promos March 21st 2020, 4:37 pm by **Dulce Torres**

Last year at Final Destination, I made history by becoming a two-time Goddesses Champion. This year, I walk into Final Destination as the OWA Women’s World Champion. It’s such a surreal feeling for me. First off, I’m fortunate to be in the position I am. I worked my butt off to be in this position. I proved that by being myself, I could achieve anything that I set my mind too. There is a part of me who is shocked at everything that I have been able to accomplish. Dethroning Natalie Cage and her historic championship reign was something I had hoped in accomplishing. In my heart, I wanted to believe that I was going to be the one to get the job done. To have actually taken her down is something that constantly blows my mind. There are many women in the back who would have loved to accomplish what I was fortunate in accomplishing. They would love to be in my position on top of the Odyssey brand. Women like Diantha Moreau will be looking for a chance to take me down. A chance to call themselves OWA Women’s World Champion and cutting my championship reign short. To me, it would leave an awful taste in my mouth to not have any successful title defenses underneath my belt. I want an opportunity to prove that I will take on anyone and I will take them down. Walking into Final Destination and into my first title defense, I have a lot to prove to myself and to those that may not believe in me quite yet. I want to prove that I am more than worthy to take part in this stage. When I watched Natalie Cage and Azumi Goto face-off last year, I always wondered how it would feel to be in their position. I wondered how it would feel to be one of the main attractions on the card. Now, I feel like I have the opportunity to do that. I have an opportunity to show everyone in the majestic stage that I more than belong to be in the position I am.

As do you, Diantha.

This is your one stage in which you can prove to be more than what those naysayers believe that you are. More than Carlos Rosso’s sister. More than Natalie Cage’s lackey. More than April Song’s tag team partner. More than a woman who has spent her tenure in Omega Wrestling Alliance in a secondary role for other people. Now, it’s your turn as one of the primary roles going into the match. When people begin to look at you, they shouldn’t be reminded of who you’ve aligned within your career. They shouldn’t even consider who you are related too. They should remember everything that you’ve been there to reach to this stage. They should remember that you spent weeks with losing to the likes of women like myself, Aria Jaxon, Natalie Cage, and Azumi Goto. They should remember how long it took you before you got your first victory. The sweet, but satisfying feeling that you got a victory to your name. It must be something that you couldn’t describe at the spot. Over time, you began to realize that it was nothing more than the feeling of hard work paying off for you. It was the moment when that you probably believed that you belonged here. Clash of the Titans was your validation to that belief. Do you believe it now, Diantha? Do you believe that you’re more than worthy to be standing in the same stage as me? You should. We’ve clashed with each other in this ring. We’ve beaten each other to hell for the sake of the Goddesses Championship. We stood side-by-side at the Civil War. I know for a fact there’s no one as hardworking as you. You deserve to be at this stage. You deserve nothing more than to have your moment. There is no denying that you would be a fantastic Women’s World Champion. You have the story that the fans can get behind. You have something that can make them feel emotionally invested in you. If I wasn’t part of this match, I would want to see you as a champion. I need to look at the reality of this match, Diantha.

I am in this match. I am the champion in this match. I have heard from people on social media is all like: “Diantha deserves her due!” “Diantha is a hard worker!” “Diantha busted her butt to get to Final Destination!” Don’t get me wrong, there are people who believe that I’m going to retain this championship. That’s a portion of the crowd that I am trying not to disappoint at Final Destination. Diantha, you have this cute little story that tugs in the heartstrings. For a second, it almost tugs me in the heartstrings, but it’s not going to defeat me. I am the champion for a reason. It wasn’t because I bullied my way to a championship reign. It wasn’t because I made the most noise. It was because I put in the work. It was because I was quiet, but worked as hard as possible. Despite any heartbreak or disappointment, I did everything in my power to have it not drag me down. Following my loss of the Goddesses Championship, I made my intentions known. I let everyone know that I was going to make that monumental jump and pursue the OWA Women’s World Championship. Some people said, “it’s about time!” Other people said, “you’re nothing more than a mid-card talent!” To me, I always envisioned the day would come. The chapter of being Goddesses Champion was complete, but a new chapter as Women’s World Champion was just beginning. Clash of the Titans goes down as one of the best nights of my career. It’s a similar feeling that you experienced, Diantha. At Final Destination, it pains me that it’s going to end in heartbreak. I don’t want to do this. I despise the feeling of taking down one of the few women I respect for this brand, but I have a job and I need to get it done. What is it going to take to put you down? Well, I’m excited to figure out as well. Even though we will see each other as competitors the next time we see each other, I will be thrilled to clash with you in the ring. I look forward to another classic between the two of us. In this match, I could care less about your win/loss ratio. I could care less about your story. You can use your story as motivation to get the job done, but it’s not going to lead you to victory. It’s not going to be the factor that takes this championship away from me.

Diantha, you said it in your piece during the tag team match a few weeks ago. We’re two completely different women. We’ve evolved. We’ve gotten more motivated and mature. It’s kind of like my match with Natalie, there’s a bit of history between the two of us. The two occasions that we’ve faced each other in the ring, I came out on top. Someone in my position would sit back and not prepare for this match at all. People would end up getting really confident. This approach would be a giant mistake on my part. It would be out of my character not to prepare for this match and hold the expectation that it would be like our previous encounters. This match is different for a few reasons. We’re facing different versions of ourselves. This match is at the biggest stage in OWA. This match is for one of the prestigious World Championships in this very company. This is the biggest stake that the two of us have experienced this season so far. It’s the biggest and most important match of your career. It’s an opportunity for me to prove that I am more than capable of carrying the Odyssey brand on my back. Diantha, for you, it’s an opportunity to prove that you can make something of yourself and get the championship reign that you desired with all of your heart. If you want to win this match, Diantha, you are going to need to earn the victory. This isn’t going to be easy at all. If I can recall, you are the Ironwoman two years in the row at Clash? It sounds I have my work cut out for me, but I am going to enjoy every moment of this. You are going up against a woman, who people can’t seem to take down. For my first reign as Goddesses Champion, it took someone five months to take this championship away from me. I would not be shocked if it’s the same thing with this Women’s World Championship. The idea seems tempting to me. It’s not going to be something that I’m opposed too. I’m an optimistic woman. It’s going to take a lot to put me down.

At Clash of the Titans, I slayed the alpha male. At Final Destination, I’ll chop the lioness’ head off.

Re: OWA Promos March 21st 2020, 2:32 am by Luna Moreau

Approximately 3 weeks ago...

Her alarm would blare her awake.

Luna would smack it silent, forcing out a yawn, she pushes herself to a seating position; her glare passing over the room from corner to corner. Awaking to an empty bed came with its obvious advantages, extra space and no one to hog all the blankets. Even in light of this, Luna found it difficult to remain positive. She missed Blair; her light snoring, her insistence on a running box fan as she melted into her arms for warmth through the night.

Luna arose from the raveled sheets of her bed in a raven satin-silk nightgown, her ruby locks spilling from her scalp down her shoulders and back, as she journeys to the master bath. Flicking the light switch and turning the dial on the sink, she cups her hands under the running faucet, to douse her face. She ceases the water and retrieves a bath towel from the rack to dab her dripping features. Her reflection swipes her attention, she’s awake now.

"Whew, seen better days, haven’t we?" She grumbles, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. She opens the medicine cabinet in search of her toothbrush, spotting it, she snatches it along with a tube of toothpaste and shuts it closed. After running the bristles through water, she applies a generous amount of paste and commences brushing her teeth when the smell of bacon pollutes her airway. "The fuck?" She makes haste finishing her morning routine before darting to the kitchen.

This high-rise apartment was pretty modern, with complimentary steel appliances and oak infused furnishings, affording her a gorgeous view of the city of Greensboro.

To her surprise, there she finds the brunette from the night before laying out breakfast on the bar counter -- eggs, crispy maple-bacon, and lightly buttered toast on the side. But the kind gesture is overlooked when Luna notices what she’s wearing -- a plush, strawberry pink, fleece robe -- Blair’s robe. Her mouth twists, perplexed, no doubt.

"G’morning, sleepyhead." The woman of average height and snapping curves approaches her extending a glass of orange juice before stealing a quick peck from her.

"Morning." She responds flatly. "What’s, uh, all of this?"

"What does it look like, silly? I made you breakfast. Hope you like your eggs over easy." Another alarm was going off, this time it was the one inside her head. "Well, don’t just stand there, come sit and eat before it gets cold." Luna rounds the corner of the bar and climbs into the wooden stool. She’s afforded a fork by the beautiful stranger which she uses to put a dent into the plate before her. While doing dishes, the brunette, whose name she couldn’t recall at this time, notices the awkward silence. Uncharacteristic to the sexy, charismatic woman she’d met the night before. "You’re awfully quiet this morning. Is the food alright?"

"Yeah. The food is...it’s delicious...it’s just that robe you’re wearing..." Bad manners, but she makes attempts at speaking in between chews.

"Oh? I hoped you wouldn’t mind but I had an early meeting today and thought it easier to wash up here and meet my assistant for a change of clothes at the office than to travel across the city to my apartment."

"I actually DO mind." Luna starts, "That robe belonged to my ex-fiance. She passed a little over two years ago and I hadn’t had the heart to get rid of anything."

Her hand finds her heart in empathy, "I’m so sorry! I...I didn’t know." Luna took a second glance at the regretful look in her face, she seemed genuine and sweet, but she couldn’t allow herself to get swept up again. Her heart was still too fragile for the love game. "I should take this off --"

"If you wouldn’t mind. Maybe hang it up in the closet for me?"

"Of course. I’ll be right back." She sped off to the bedroom while Luna completed her dish and washed it immediately after. When she’d return, wearing last night’s off-the-shoulder bodycon dress, coat, and strapping heels, Luna walks her to the front door. "This was fun. Call me when you want to do this again."

“Absolutely..." She steals another kiss before slipping through the gape of the door, Luna shuts and locks it behind her. "...not! Alexa, play Ariana Grande." The Intelligent Assistant beeps in retort as 'Thank U, Next' by Ariana Grande transpires. Luna makes her way to the master bathroom, rolling the straps of her gown over her shoulders, she manages to step out of it.

She enters the bathtub, positioning herself just under the shower head. Turning the knob, hot droplets of water bead her flesh and stream down every exposed part of her slender frame. As the water pelts her in the face, reminiscent of the rain, her mind unveils a memory that she would have preferred stay buried.

----

It was the day of Blair’s funeral, a train of vehicles lined the block of a moderate-size church, all white with a double door entrance and large bell on the front lawn; dark clouds threatened rainfall early in the day and made good on their threats by mid-afternoon. Luna had found that out the hard, saturated way. After wrestling with the decision of attending a funeral, she knew she wouldn’t be welcomed to, she conceded and went anyway. Convinced by Nigel, who actually introduced them, that she owed her attendance to not only Blair but their relationship. He had a knack for delivering sappy lines on the spot. So with the newly implanted battery in her back, Luna would slither into a not-so-special black dress, knee-high boots with a pencil-thin heel, laced gloves, and to complete it, a dark coat. The rain smacked against the windshield relentlessly as lightning pierced the sky on the way over. In retrospect, that could have been a sign to no-show.

When she and Nigel arrived, it was the middle of service. They entered the temple to judgmental glances shot in their direction. Every pew appeared filled, with friends and family of the deceased sitting shoulder to shoulder among each other. While in search of a seat, Nigel made the wise recommendation to sit in the back, but it was shut down immediately by Luna who spotted a vacancy at the front.

As she made quick strides to the front, her vision of the people in the front pew became ever more clearer. An older woman with short silver hair, icy blue eyes, and a pearl necklace sat cross-legged beside an aged bald gentleman in a lint-free suit, giving a displeased stare. It clicks immediately, holy shit, Blair’s parents. The parents she never got the chance to meet. Judging from the Mother’s alarming body language, they certainly knew her. "What are you doing here?" She whispers to Luna, she abruptly cuts her off denying her the opportunity to respond, "Obviously, I know what brings you here, I suppose the question I should be asking is WHY are you here, Luna?" Taken aback by her tone, Luna struggled to find a response best fitting this situation. The stares she could handle, but a difficult chat similar to the chat she had when she came out to her Mother, no. "It is Luna, isn’t it? Your name?"

"Yes." She answered. Finally she was granted the chance to speak her peace.

It goes without saying, but in this moment Luna was really beginning to regret coming. She was meeting Blair’s mother for the first time and within seconds of meeting she had made a horrible impression. She pushed her damp hair off to the side of her head, hoping she could conceal her nervousness from the other attendees.

"This is not proper etiquette for a funeral, dear child -- specifically one you were not invited to attend. Look at you, you’re soaking wet and I’m certain that dress has not seen the inside of a dry cleaners." She hisses in disgust, clearly offending Luna, but not showing the slightest bit of concern for her feelings. She continues, taking advantage of her obituary, fanning herself from the heat inside the church. "I suppose I should be pleased you can make attempts at looking like a lady, no matter how meager."

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse you? Not possible after an entrance like that. But if you’d like to excuse yourself by walking out of this church and sparing yourself of further embarrassment, I won’t stop you. In fact, I’m willing to bet my last dollar it’d be the smartest thing you’ve done all day."

Luna folds her bottom lip over her bottom row of teeth, licking it ever slightly, forcing a light scoff. "There it is." Blair’s mother, Mona, flexes a brow in suspense of this revelation. "The reason Blair insisted that we never meet. All this time I thought she was exaggerating, but she had you pegged. It’s scary how accurate. Let me guess, you’ve had this gut feeling all along that your daughter wasn’t like most girls...so you signed her up for ballet, pageants, really girly stuff like that...but when it didn’t provide the intended results, you took more extreme measures like whipping her and conversion therapy?"

Mona’s body language becomes more aggressive, she turns and looks at Luna. "Are you arriving at a point?"

"I just wanted to know what magnitude of bitch I’m dealing with here."

"I beg your pardon!?" Mona’s eyes grow wide with disbelief.

Luna reclines further into the pew, her arms folded, and a smirk detailing her pride on her face. "Don’t even. I came here with the best of intentions to be respectful...mourn your daughter with you...break bread...but it’s clear that you don’t even see me as someone who’s fit of sitting at the same table as you -- and why, because I’m bisexual?" Mona, surprisingly, doesn’t retort. "What, nothing to say now? You could at least have the courage to say it; but I suppose you’ll never have to, seeing as your eyes say it for you. You think I haven’t been called the d-word or condemned to Hell by you bible-thumpers before? Well, I have -- and so has your daughter. I can stomach you never wanting to meet me or interact with me because I am who I am, but why you’d disinvite me from paying my respects to someone I loved more than you could ever imagine, that I couldn’t even begin to chew. But I’m not one to stay where I’m clearly not wanted, so I’ll leave."

Luna stands again, walks toward the open coffin at the front of the church. Her hands sand across the smooth outer crust of the coffin, as she glares into the expressionless face of her former flame. Tears push the back of her eyes. Her forearms quake with emotion, and knees look like they're about to buckle under the weight of the reality that the ring bell on Blair’s life had tolled, and there was no chance at a comeback. Nigel joins her at her side, taking her hand into his. Just before they turn to leave, Luna lowers to place a kiss on Blair’s lips, the words: I’m sorry, I tried falling on a whimper. The doors of the church part, a beam of light from the sun carves through the heavy clouds onto Luna, the warmth and glow drying the stream of tears she shed.

----

The sun kissed every exposed article of her body. After the hour-long shower, Luna had rummaged through her closet for an outfit, deciding on the limegreen midriff, navy windbreaker pants, and boots; forcing her hair out of her face, putting a decent portion in a ponytail that sat atop of her head while the rest cascading down her back. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, she would realize how late she was and speed to a resident smoothie shop a few blocks from where she lived to meet up with Nigel and Debonaire.

Nigel was a well tattooed, dark-haired dreamboat with dimples, dazzling eyes, and a jawline that could carve diamond. He and Luna had got acquainted as work peers at a tattoo parlor they once worked at called Ink’d. Like every woman she was drawn to him, desperate to get him in bed and realize the sweaty, sexual beast that resided just beneath his collected surface. In an embarrassing twist of fate, he turned out to be gay, and thus the two became great friends instead. Being a great artist in his own right, Nigel manages to see the beauty in even the most grim situations, offering an ear, a shoulder to cry on, and insightful advice.

Debonaire, often called 'Debby' for short, due to her impressive rump that was cleverly coined 'Debby-Cakes'; sunny blonde hair, sharp eyebrows, and pouty full lips that’ll draw you in on every word she uttered. Ever had a friend that could stop traffic at the drop of a dime and pull the hottest guy in the bar with the flip of her hair? That would be her. She was born into a wealthy family, but her excessive, irresponsible spending habits drove her parents to cut her off. Sending a small allowance of one thousand dollars every month as punishment. Endowed with her parent’s tenacity, she became a brand, modeling the clothes of famous designers for a fee all over her Instagram and SnapChat pages. Luna met her in line of a nightclub Debonaire had offered the services of her e-celebrity to.

When Luna would show up they were sitting at a table outside under the shade of an umbrella, discussing divorces. The topic of conversation took a detour, as Luna was infamous for her tardiness. But it came full circle once the drinks were delivered. "So, what were you two talking about before I showed up?"

Nigel pays a lingering glare in Debonaire’s direction, "Divorce."

Luna bats her eyes, "Trouble in paradise? Are the King and Queen of New York calling it quits?" Referring to Debby’s parents.

"No." Debby responds almost immediately, giving a look that illustrated it was more for her peace of mind than Luna’s. "At least, I hope not. According to Mom, Dad has been coming home at all hours of the night and becoming emotionally distant...she suspects he may be having an affair."

"God willing! He’ll probably unclinch a little." Nigel nudges Luna under the table for her lack of sensitivity in her comment, "Joking, I’m only joking, Debby. Your Dad is a lawyer, the crime rate in New York is ridiculous around this time of the year, there’s a strong possibility that he’s actually working long hours. As for the emotionally distant thing...he’s a man, there aren’t many men out there who want to be emotional -- except for Nigel." He shoots her a glare.

"Geez, I hope you’re right. I just cannot go through a divorce, do you know how that’ll affect our family?" Voices a fearful Debby.

Luna’s eyes narrow, "You’re twenty-seven." Another sharp nudge of the knee from Nigel stops her mid-sentence.

"What she means is, whatever happens, we’ll be here for you." He smiles through the scruff of his beard, patting the back of Debby’s hand in comfort. "Enough of this negative talk, we’re here for a celebration. Our dazzling superstar here, has been called up to the big leagues, OWA."

They, Debby and Nigel in particular, 'whoop and holler', raving at the news.

"Settle down you two, I haven’t even had my first match yet." Luna remarks, trying to conceal not only their excitement but her own as well. She grew an interest in the sport watching Blair perform all over the Carolinas; the drama, the passion, the athleticism. Even in the sheer ugliness of it all, she found it difficult to turn away from it. She was hooked from the first suplex, and seeing as Blair’s career had died so young with so much potential, she found no reason in her legacy ending there. Luna would commit to rigorous training in her memory, dedicating her newfound career to continuing the legacy of her Tag Team partner in life.

She competed in some small-time promotions in this state and a couple over, and was getting a chance that so many dream of in the OWA. A growing company with a unique set of stars that were promoted as the best the world could produce. Luna was confident that her hybrid style of technique and brawling with a flare of the high-flying theatrics that attracted her initially would prove competition to the rest of the roster of women.

"When you do, we want to be there for it." Nigel followed up, gaining the support of Debby who offered a reassuring nod.

Luna was swarmed with gratitude, as these were the only two people that offered a support system in her life, in fact, they were that for each other. "I’m surprised by you, Nigel. I didn’t think you were into wrestling."

"A bunch of sweaty, chiseled men in spandex groping each other, that isn’t wrestling, that’s foreplay." Luna rolls her eyes, kicking herself for not expecting that joke from him.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but the brand I’ll likely be on will be made up of women." Luna warns him.

"Prepare yourself for endless cameltoe." Debby adds, she and Luna meeting in the center of the table for a high-five, sharing in his disgust.

The smile on Luna’s face fades as she comes to realize that she’ll be hopping on a plane and off to OWA’s training camp for a few weeks, which means her being away from her friends for an uncertain time period. "I’m going to miss this -- meeting up, shooting the shit, you guys. Growing together. Loving each other in spite of our flaws. I’ve never been lucky enough to have anybody in my life who I could consider family -- with the exception of Blair, of course, but you guys are definitely it. You’ve held me down at my best, and lifted me up at my worst; and I owe you a debt that can never be paid or washed away. Thank you, so much." Touched, Debby placed a hand to her heart while Luna continued, "I can only hope that I do you both and her proud while I’m out in the world slamming bitches on their faces and bringing on a new meaning to brutality. In the coming days, I will answer the call of destiny, bringing the fight to any and all, night after night proving my capabilities by bathing in a pool of their ineptitude."

Re: OWA Promos March 20th 2020, 10:56 pm by **Holden Tudics**

Final Destination 2 Promo 1: The Omega Man

(The camera opens on The Derelict walking a barren city road with his bindle slung over his shoulder. He scans the deserted scenery with a perplexed look on his face as he whistles to himself and walks down the center of the desolate road.)

"It seems I've left a pile of bodies lying in my wake at Odyssey. Eh, nothin' new. Happens all the time. Seems to happen more and more these days though, which is surprising because I thought my playtime was over as soon as Kevin Maverick took my precious Openweight title. I'm happy to see that's not the case, and that OWA has afforded me yet another opportunity to play by my rules in the Ascension to the Heavens Briefcase Ladder Match. Now me? never been a fan of heights. No sir, I'm plenty tall standing flat footed on the ground. Maybe I could even muster to slap that briefcase with my fingertips if I tried to extend my body and reach up. After all, I'm not a small man and I don't have short arms. At most, I have to take what, one? maybe two steps up the rungs to get my hands around that briefcase? Yeah, I'm not sweating the climbing too much right now. No siree."

(The Derelict whistles as he stares up at the towering city skyline above him filled with sky scrapers and tall apartment complexes. His eyes look bewildered as he scans each darkened window and traces each building outline.)

"Then again, who among my opponents is really ready to scale the top of a twenty foot ladder? We all know Michael Bishop is coming back from a bum knee, and that no amount of piss, booze, or vinegar will make up for a re-torn ACL. We also know that Azumi Goto isn't the freshest of spring daisies anymore. Years of trying to be the best, to please the crowd at her own peril, and to win at all cost has taken it's toll on the self-professed 'Ace of Odyssey.' She too is looking to show that she isn't a washed up and broken has-been. Who knows? this might be her last chance to deliver on her self-appointed moniker. Never have two people displayed so much to lose, along with a laundry list of ways to make sure they don't achieve what they've set out to accomplish. Bum legs are bad for horses and athletes. A horse will still try to run on it because that's all a dumb young stallion knows how to do, that is until it's taken behind the barn or put out for stud. Likewise, old grey mares on their last leg should be mercy killed as well. Maybe I'll be the nice guy for once and put you both down for your own collective good. I'll help Azumi enjoy her twilight years by putting her in a wheelchair only slightly prematurely, and send ol' Mick Bishop back to the bar where he can return to his daily regiment of 12 oz curls. Look at it this way, when you're drunk off your tits you'll at least look like you're walking natural with that limp that's soon to re-enter your life."

(Derelict scans the vacant storefront windows and watches as sales papers blow in the wind and parked shopping carts stop automated doors from closing fully. Cocking an eyebrow, he shrugs the post-apocalyptic landscape off and continues walking.)

"Who else is there? Ah yes, the breakfast club of misplaced anger. Ol' 'Causehead Strong' Jacob Knight and Christopher 'Havoc' Sabertooth. You two have a lot more in common than you might think. Both of you seem overly frustrated with your station in life, both preach and preen to try and get the attention of the masses, and both of you fail miserably at your chosen missionary work. You're two futile human beings who make a lot of noise about doing something, and then do nothing. I know because at the end of Olympus you were both flat on your backs as I stood towering over your crumpled bodies. Hiding behind the hot button issue of the day may get you social media likes or whatever the hell slacktivists like yourself thrive off of, Jacob Knight, but it wont change the world and it wont get you a win over me. Both of these things have been proven fairly decisively. Likewise, slapping on a fresh coat of paint and re-labeling yourself a demon wont make you any more impervious to what I do to you Sabertooth. All of the pageantry and pomp will only get you so far up, and I'm standing on that glass ceiling that you're running headlong into and there's no ladder access in sight. I always get a tickle in my nethers when men and women claim to be the best, but at least they put in work and try to attain that goal. For all the crap I give Azumi Goto, at least I know she believes she's capable of what she's setting out to attain without some hokum attached. You two? you're all smoke and mirrors. You don't even know who you are deep down. You cover it up with politics and paint, but neither do a self-esteem make. Maybe I referenced the wrong 80's movie earlier fellas. You're not angsty or acting out, no. Those kids found their way in the end, but once you're both denied entry into the kingdom of Heaven you'll continue to be just a sad sulking pair of lost boys."

(A wadded up newspaper bounces into Derelict's boot like a tumbleweed in a cheap Spaghetti Western. He picks it up and un-wads it. Holding it out in front of him, he reads the headline with a smile, before re-crinkling it and tossing it over his shoulder and continuing on his trek.)

"I guess that leaves 'Ivory Doll' Jonetta Stone. I'm not going to lie, I kinda like you. You're a pretty girl, you hit hard, and you strike me as someone that's self-interested enough to walk out of this match in one piece. Hell, maybe you'll even win. What do I care? All I'm here to do is swing a ladder and end some careers. You seem a lot more durable than the others though. Not just physically, but mentally too. You're not here to make anyone like you. You're not here to make any lasting acquaintances. You're here to take what you want and leave the rest laying. That credo of ruthless dominance resembles my own. Sadly, that like-minded kinship leaves us at an impasse. You want to win that briefcase, and I'm not just going to hand it to you despite not caring all too much about it. You want to hunt big game and be known as a beast slayer. I am the biggest, most feral, game you're going to run across here in OWA. You probably want to put my head on a plaque, and I'm quite attached to the ugly thing. You're also not above making these false alliances in order to get what you want. I'm sure Azumi would appreciate more help when showtime rolls around, and the low S.O. pairing of Havoc and Knight will take any crutch that's offered to lean on. You may very well be the biggest threat in this match based simply on the fact that you're the only person in it willing to compromise their integrity more than myself to land the victory. To that I say; impressive. You're willing to sink lower than a hobo to win that satchel, and not many people are capable of finding the underside of the bottom of the barrel. Even I haven't landed there just yet, but I'll revel in that infamous glory if I ever do. I don't say any of this to incriminate you little lady. I'm sure you've heard worse, and hell I mean it as the sincerest of compliments when I say you've scraped through the other side of the bottom of the barrel. Bravo young lady. That tenacity and lack of concern over public perception will take you farther than anyone else in this match, self-included. You're not hiding behind a legacy, you aren't banking on a career defining second wind after a career shortening injury, you aren't posturing as if your actions stand for something, and you haven't lost yourself in a bucket of dark and brooding acrylics when faced with adversity. You're just some mean bitch from Canada who wants to disembowel me. I swear, if I believed in it, you Dollhouse types would be marriage material. I'd want a prenup though. You're not getting my bindle of beans and booze if things go South. There's only one chink in your armor that I can find sweetie, and it's that a five foot nothing, under two-hundred pound baby doll isn't going to cross-check me on my back, and even if she did manage to get me off of my feet she wouldn't be able to hold my long limbs and gargantuan torso in no submission long enough to pass me out. You wont throw me, you wont slam me, you wont KO me, you wont piledrive me, and you sure as shit wont pass me out. I'm no sexist, but even a man who believes in equal fights like myself knows a doomed to fail opponent when he sees one. I've said it to Roxy, I've said it to Layne, and I'll say it any other race, gender, or income tax bracket that tries to step to me without being able to step on an amusement park ride first: No matter how good, how tough, how mean, or how drive you are, if you're not big enough, then you wont get the job done. You better hope you haven't burned through your bridges in this match little lady, because without help from someone you wont even manage to get me grounded, much less find time to climb a ladder. That's the problem with digging past the bottom of the barrel though. People see your jagged claws and know what depths you're willing and capable of sinking to. I don't think there's a damned fool in this company who gets me yet, despite my incessant explanation of simply being here for the violence and the chaos. Some people just don't understand such a primal drive. They cover it with material druthers and try to make fighting about more than having a natural advantage by labeling it something different. I've fought many disciplines in this organization and only came out on the losing end of the stick twice now. Do you understand why? It's because I wasn't wrestling, I wasn't crowd pleasing, I wasn't innovating new holds or slapping on overly complicated submissions. I simply fought, Jonetta. That's all I ever do, and that's what this match is designed to be: a fight. I think if anyone in this bout with me could understand that, it's you. If you do understand that, then you see the disadvantage of having me standing in your way."

(Derelict stops in his tracks and plops down in the center of the road. He crosses his legs and opens his bindle handkerchief up in his lap, nesting it's contents in his crossed limbs. Sitting in the middle of an empty intersection, he pops off the top to his Nighttrain and takes a thirsty slug off of it. He then uses his trusty railroad spike to jackknife the top of a bean can open and greedily glugs down the cold legumes. After taking in his dinner for the night, he wipes his mouth with his bindle hanky, then ties it back around the spike and bottle, before slinging it back over his shoulder and slowly rising from his seated position.)

"Ivory Dolls are pretty trinkets. They come from poachers who are willing to savagely slay intelligent giants for only their tusk. They're naturally tough and hold a stoic expression that only grows more stern with weathering and patina. but inevitably with enough wear down and pressure, their locked jaws too will crumble. I've already broken one porcelain smooth baby doll, Jonetta. I'm not afraid to test the durability of a second. Maybe keep that hockey mask on...make it more of a challenge."

(Derelict gives a cheeky wink and continues walking toward city limits, uninterrupted by metropolitan hustle and bustle, or a five o'clock traffic jam to get home. Despite his body moving and the camera staying behind, his whistle seems stationary in the abandoned ghost town.)

"Hope you all got stocked up on soup, bread, and toilet paper before the rest of the world lost it's damn mind and locked itself inside. Unlike the selfish hoarders who raided every grocery store shelf with fear and avarice, you will need those essentials once I've bedridden the lot of you. I'm kind of digging the current dystopian landscape myself. Gives me room to stretch my legs and lay my head down at night without interruptions. In a way it's almost like I've already ascended the ladder to heaven and found the clouds empty of any living soul. The extra bonus is that once all of these doomsday prepping idiots realizes this isn't as bad as it seems, they'll be throwing out excess groceries before they spoil. Maybe I'll finally get a decent meal without having to dig through empty cans of dog food and discarded dirty diapers. Hey, fingers crossed right?"

(Derelict chuckles to himself as he walks directly into the sunlight, disappearing as the camera's lens flairs and then fades to black out of necessity.)

"Welcome to the human race."

Re: OWA Promos March 13th 2020, 11:54 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

Shin-SEKAI wrote:: CARLOS!! CARLOS!! CARLOS!! LOS!! LOS!! LOS!! C-LO!! C-LO!! C-LO!!

Daddy's home, bitch.

Re: OWA Promos March 13th 2020, 11:54 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

It never stops.

No matter where I go, no matter who I fight, no matter what I accomplish, the noise remains constant. I’m no longer required. I am weak. I am useless. All of these things that people say and think they bring some novel ideas to the table. Every fucking week, someone joins the roster of whatever promotion I’m in and they set their eyes on two things: The title holders and if for some reason I’m not one myself, me. And honestly, I understand. If you’re a grizzled veteran or a hungry young hoss, you want to make a name for yourself as quickly and forcefully as possible. It’s like showing up to a prison and knocking out the biggest, most dangerous person that you can find.

It’s a little sad though.

People look at my history, they look at all the wonderful things that I have accomplished, everything that I earned through a career dedicated to the pursuit of excellence. The titles, the Triple Crowns, the money...they aspire to it. They all wish to be the kind of man that I am, the CHAMPION OF LIFE that I am. But they always make one critical mistake when they seek me out. It never fails:

They think they know me.

The Zaibatsu is in a reorganizational phase. We have lost our titles, but not because we were beaten by a better team. Oh no. Someone felt it was wise to get in our business. They thought it would be a great laugh to see me lose gold and to watch Keelan sink into a depression. What this person doesn’t understand is that the retribution for that one stupid act of aggression will bring her to her knees. We will get our belts back. I don’t know or care what this particular announcement is regarding the tag team division, but I want the Omega Wrestling Alliance to be aware of something: We are NOT the Dollhouse. We want our titles back and we want the rematch required to take them. We obviously have very different plans for Final Destination: I’ve made it very clear what I want and Keelan’s decided to settle a much older score of his own. Once Final Destination is over, we’ll take over where we left off regardless of who is holding OUR stolen property.

They really think they know you.

All those tag team championships that I’ve earned, a product of the times really. Most were just temporary partnerships. Truth be told, I may be the perfect tag partner for people to have. Sure I have my moments of selfish pursuit, but I can team with anyone and make them credible, compliment their strengths. That’s why I was a part of one of the most dominant teams in that other organization’s history, nominated for Tag Team of the DECADE. Not year, DECADE. Keelan and I will get to that level soon enough.

Why am I The Strongest?

I don’t have the World Championship. I don’t have any championship. But any match that I have draws attention. I can completely turn a wrestling federation on its head at a moment’s notice. There is a reason that Reginald and Kenny are well-hidden away from me. There is a reason that people have deemed it necessary to screw me out of titles. There is a reason that I bide my time doing other things and building my perfect wrestling empire:

I don’t need a fucking world title to validate my ability.

I am the best because whenever I compete, the world stops to watch. I have put down every great name that you can think of and even a few that some never think of and probably should. Deathmatches, submission matches, iron man matches, battle royals, cage matches….I’ve done them all. There is no wrestling style or tactic that I haven’t seen, and there are no abilities that I can’t counter. I AM Wrestling. I am BEYOND the World Titles of OWA. Their medallions and tournaments aren’t necessary for me. They don’t have to build me…

I’m already a Colossus.

My pride will not be satisfied by beating this newcomer I face in the ring. My ego won’t be satisfied by exterminating Aria Jaxon. I won’t take pleasure in watching Keelan destroy his nemesis. What will I take pleasure in? The waiting game. You see, my time in a federation, I like to engage in what I call foreplay. I’ll grab titles here and there to amuse myself, scoping everything out...right before I fuck the place senseless and take the most precious accolades they have to offer.

I’m a very patient man, too. People think that because I don’t assert myself right away into World Title situations that I am complacent, that I am bored and have no ambition left. I waited eight years to conquer one world...what’s it for someone like me to wait two or three to conquer another? Instead of crushing everything like a barbarian horde, I take my time. I make sure everything is perfect.

So-called warriors come to me all the time, feeling that they need to prove themselves to the world when they face me. These fights are the most boring, but also the most amusing. I don’t care about their motivations. I don’t care what titles they have won. I don’t care who they have broken and where they come from. All I know is that they stand in my ring, the ring of The Strongest, and infest my holy ground like scurrying cockroaches. This week, I will face one of these insects. I will extend him a warm welcome to the Kingdom. In fact, I will welcome this newcomer with open arms….Or open Arm I should say? I’m still waiting for the answer to my challenge. I’m going to leave one last message on the destroyed body of Thomas Galloway to Aria Jaxon:

Anyone who opposes me will be destroyed. Queens, Kings, Beasts, Gods…..The Southern Lariat will smash all into nothingness.

Re: OWA Promos March 13th 2020, 11:25 pm by Guest

CARLOS!! CARLOS!! CARLOS!! LOS!! LOS!! LOS!! C-LO!! C-LO!! C-LO!!

Re: OWA Promos March 13th 2020, 6:07 pm by **Arata Asakura**

KINGDOM #7 PART 1: The puppeteer and the puppet.

09.03.20 Wrestleworld Arena

*The video starts on the backstage of one of the promotions, of which Arata Asakura is a part of. The man, as always elegant, is dressed in a black shirt with an undone top button and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, dark gray suit pants and leather shoes. His blond hair are neatly arranged, and the gold watch on his wrist catches the eye. Partially holding his hands in pants pockets, Arata leans against the wall, smirking slightly. After a while, the smile disappears from his face, and the man becomes serious.*

'I know what you’re thinking, Arata.' (The young man repeats the words he heard from the current Spartan Champion, with a slight mockery in his voice) Do you really believe that, Reggie? Did you really think for a second that you know what is in my head? I'm not like you, I don't judge people by looking at how they look, I judge people by their actions and paying attention to you and your bodyguard, I have no doubt what material you were made of. You are both rotted to the core and you think that you are untouchable. You are both stupid enough to think that you can do everything you want without consequences, but I think it's time to understand that not everyone will mindlessly look at what you do. I know that most people in this business think only about themselves and there is nothing strange in it, but I'm not going to ignore your behavior, because it will only make you get used to such treatment of people. And this is the only reason why I helped Hayden Cross at the last Kingdom. After Cross was acting like a jerk, I had no interest in intervening....it could really be a kind of fun that someone else finally kicked his ass, but it's not all about Hayden, Reggie. It was not about him, but a kind of symbol of how you act towards many people here and it must end. And since no one else cares, I'm going to take this weight on my shoulders and finally put you in a right place, even if it involves going through your 'buddy'.

*Arata pulls one of his hands out of his pocket and combs his blonde strands of hair with his fingers. This momentary break in speaking also allows him to calm his tone of voice.*

A buddy about whom you have a fairly high opinion, and yet you keep him on a chain like a mongrel. You see, maybe Demis looks strong and as you say he knows a lot of techniques and so on, but it seems to me that you don't trust him enough to let him go his own way. The only question is why? Because you think he's too weak? Or maybe you're the coward, Reggie? Everyone sees that you are using him, so no matter how great potential this man has, you are notoriously limiting him by making him your heavy. It only proves that you not only care about yourself, but also that you never thought about him seriously. You made him a puppet to help you when you can't handle things yourself, which is quite common shit btw, but as you can see Demis won't defend you all his life. Even if he is your bitch, there is no one, who is undefeated and you should notice it last time when my knee hit his face. Then his size wasn't a problem and now it will not be as well, because I am fast and tough enough to finish it in the way, I want, besides you don't need to have a lot of IQ to know, that there are more important qualities than strength. Look at my latest opponent. Aria is a ‘small girl’, and that never stopped her from being the top face of any company she wanted. Do you know why? Because not everyone lives on stereotypes and not everyone shit in the pants at the sight of a guy who is a few kilos bigger and few centimeters taller. As they say, if size were everything, then the king of a jungle would be an elephant, not a lion.

*Following these words, the young man pulls a golden ring with several keys from his other pocket and holds the object near his face for a few seconds, starting to speak, and then hides them.*

The match is one thing, but when it comes to Keys to the Kingdom, you probably still don't understand something. My insinuations about the possible use of them on you were not a threat at any time, even if you perceive it as such. This is your reality, Reggie, and you have to come to terms with the awareness that maybe I will make the decision that I want the Spartan Championship to be around my waist and you can't do a damn thing about it. At most, you can pray that I don't even look in your direction, but with what you do, you draw my attention more and even more and you make me want to wipe this snobbish smile off your face. The truth is that you are digging your own grave and Demis or anyone else will not save you from being pushed into it (Arata runs his finger on his lip, smiling sarcastically) However, you know what is funny? That you growl at everyone like a mad dog as soon as someone mentions your title and all the time you make gentle threats towards my Shogun Championship. And you know what? Yes, I am Shogun Champion and I went through a difficult way so that people could look at me as one of the faces of Wrestleworld, so if you put such interest in my title then you are welcome to try, but you will fall like everyone who has tried. However, what is going on in Wrestleworld has nothing to do with what will happen next Sunday when I stand with Demis in the ring. Anyway, it's better for you to look carefully, though I'm still convinced that you'll be hanging around somewhere, trying to help your friend and humiliate me for interrupting this circus with Hayden. But you can be sure that if I see you too close during my match, you'll regret it and don't just say it as a key holder. As for you, Demis, forgive me for not speaking to you directly, but we all know, who is the boss of this 'team'. However, despite the fact that everyone only thinks that you are a stupid puppet of Dampshaw, I thought you deserved to be treated like a human. What I want you to know is that I'm actually not interested in your person. It may sound a bit strange, but I do not condemn you for what you do. Your behavior is shameful, but anyone who has eyes can see that Reggie is pulling the strings and you are too naive to handle his manipulation. You are the innocent victim in this situation, which will be used in the defense of the bigger player, which only makes you an obstacle to rid out off. You see, I may be a little smaller than a you and so on, but I think you remember that I was the one, who made you escape the ring when you attacked Hayden. I am not afraid of the so-called giant and to be honest our match will only be a message to Dampshaw. Why? Because as soon as I get rid of you, I will kick his miserable ass and in one way or another the Spartan Championship will finally find someone who deserves to have it around his waist. Dampshaw with his dirty games has already stained enough the honor of this title, and you have your part in it, which means that the punishment you receive is partially deserved.

Before you get the froth out of your mouth, Reggie, think about whether it is worth provoking me more, because if you are actually following my career so much, you should know how Jacob Senn's games ended. Please, think about whether you want to finish your reign with Spartan Championship so quickly since you have proven absolutely nothing. All you have proven is that you are trash, which is the worst possible choice to represent the company in anyway. And that's why, to clean this place of such toxic people, I'm going to take your head off your shoulders and this Sunday I start with your guard, but you're fucking next.

*After finishing his speech, the camera is still turned on for a while, but with a passage of time, the screen slowly begins to go out.*

Re: OWA Promos March 13th 2020, 1:04 pm by ThomasGalloway

T H O M A S G A L L O W A Y | "First Blood"
vs Carlos Rosso (#1) | K I N G D O M
W O R D C O U N T | 0810

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A kingdom for a king.

Isn't this just the perfect fitting for me, the man that's been all over the world as the One True King. It's all falling into place, am I right? I mean, I'm already carrying the heavy price of World Championship gold and now... I chase for more. I guess you could say I chase a heavy price, I chase for what should belong to a king. I already know that the OWA Heavyweight Championship belongs to Kenneth, but trust me, now is not the time for you. Some day... maybe soon... I'll seek your prize, Kenneth.

For now, I seek bodies. I seek blood. I seek what I need to show everyone how violent I can fucking get.

Victim one just happens to be Carlos Rosso.

Oh, how big of a name you are, Mr. Rosso.

Carlos, I look at you and I see what you represent. I see you represent that you're an egotistical man, and with a very good reason considering the lineage of championships you've won in your time. Seven promotions you've won gold in, Carlos, and you recently were the OWA Tag Team Champions. It's amazing how you've been here since it's inception, nearly two years ago, and yet the top prize is not something you've taken just yet. You've won a total of FIVE World Championships and yet you're holding yourself back because you want to "rebuild" a Tag Team Division. What's holding you back? Why are you letting everyone seek to have their name placed with such lineage and not put yourself first? I have to say, it's a ballsy move but if you really don't want to be called "The Strongest" then you might as well pick up your seventh promotion's World Championship.

Or maybe follow in your partner Keelan's footsteps and fucking choke at the last hurdle.

Everyone knows how much you HATE to lose, and when it's for a title... Then oh boy, don't you fucking despise it more. You might even crack as Keelan did, who knows?

I lost. I lost. I lost. I lost. I lost. I lost. I lost. I lost.

How pathetic, Carlos. You can't even hack a decent enough Tag Team without fucking it all up, the Zaibatsu have been nothing more than a fucking joke since Clash of The Titans, and YOU’RE the Tag Team specialist here, Carlos. Six Tag Team Championship reigns… Five different partners… How are you fucking it all up so quickly? How are you letting yourself fall for something so miserable? Let me guess… You’re not putting yourself first. There’s your mistake, Carlos, you’re putting everyone ahead of you and the pressure is on them. It’s always been like that, hasn’t it?

The legendary Carlos Rosso has lost his passion.

The unstoppable Carlos Rosso has lost his pride.

And all for what?

Let me tell you who I am, Carlos. Let me introduce you to myself and maybe, just maybe, the entirety of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. My name is Thomas fucking Galloway, I have spent years on the independent scene wreaking havoc in any place I go. I’ve been doing this for over a year, Carlos, I guess you could say I’m a fucking newbie to the wrestling world but I sure as hell know how to crack someone open. It’s who I am, it’s in the name. The King of Blood. I sit at the throne of skulls I’ve crushed during my tenure, I sit at a throne built upon the many bones I’ve broken within people.

I don’t hurt you… I permanently scar you.

I don’t wound… I fucking KILL.

And trust me, when Kingdom comes around, you’d wish it was going to be a quick and painless death. I’ve been in ONE place before coming here, and I stand as their World fucking Champion. I’ve slain everyone, I’ve cracked skulls to get to where I am and now… I’m coming for your head, Carlos. Normally, I’d cut through you like paper and leave you for dead but at Kingdom… It’s not going to be easy… At least, not that easy anyway. I need to prove something, I need to show them something, I need to stand my fucking ground as the most violent… vicious… downright fucking disturbing man anyone’s ever fucking SEEN.

It’s not going to be a walk in the park, it’s going to be a fucking massacre… Carlos, I beg of you to wear your all-black ring attire, let’s see if you can outkill the King. Let’s see the true side of Carlos Rosso. I don’t want to see any pussy ass bitch enter the ring and step up to me, I want real fucking blood.

And for you, Kenneth, keep her nice and safe for when it’s my time at the throne… I promise she’ll be mine soon.

Sayonara.

Re: OWA Promos March 12th 2020, 11:56 pm by **Emmanuelle**

Wow.

A lot of the women in OWA are feeling quite MACHO lately. Nevermind Stephanie trying to play grabass with Tarah one more time before she retires. Nevermind Aria and her never-ending saga with the walking Wellness Policy violation that is Carlos Rosso. Nevermind Eris beating her chest about being the best on Odyssey and she’s holding a CUP instead of a CHAMPIONSHIP BELT.

But the ladies I’m either tagging with or facing this week, they take the cake, man. Some of it is the usual bullshit that I hear from anyone trying to claim what’s in my grasp. Some of it is just bluster for the hell of it. And some of I think is just straight up delusional. I’m honestly not sure where to even start addressing this clusterfuck of a tag team match, but I guess I should start with the obvious: I DON’T GIVE A FUCK that we are having a four way dance for this pretty little treasure of mine. I didn’t care who I had to face in one on one competition and I certainly don’t care about it now. I know in a match like this I’m at a distinct disadvantage. I’m used to it. I’m almost 10 fucking years older than most of the roster anyway so I’m used to having disadvantages in the ring. Does it stop me from achieving my ambitions?

[April nonchalantly holds up her Goddesses Championship.]

You be the judge.

But, with my schedule, you can’t afford to look ahead too far to Final Destination, even if we’re just a few short weeks away. The focus is on the here and now and for now let’s turn our attention to the resident edgy emo bitch you find on most wrestling rosters nowadays: Roni Ozborn. Oh, you wanna take digs at people I’ve lost to, huh? How about we play this little game between ourselves: can you point to a single win over me? Nope. Two times we’ve hooked it up, two times you failed to beat me. Your batting average isn’t that high, sweetheart. Yeah, I was pissed when Revy beat me over there in LAW. That stung, a lot in fact. But guess what was the salve that healed all my wounds: “Your” Goddesses Championship! I was doubting myself, made a gamble after we wrestled to a draw, and bet on a winner (AKA Myself). You think that this is going to end well for you, that you’re going to somehow scoop up a victory on me but guess what, this isn’t Disney World. Your dreams don’t come true and I’m not fucking Tinkerbell. I’m not coming to the ring to sprinkle pixie dust on you so you can fly, I’m coming to the ring to give you proper payback for that little stunt you pulled and show you just how vast the gulf is between us. A hint? It’s pretty big...just like your mouth has gotten lately. Fear not though, because I’m going to close it for you by slapping it so hard that horrible green dyejob in your hair goes back to basic black.

La Llorona, I just have to say...what? I mean, I would heed your warnings if there were a reason to actually HEED them. Who have you beaten? What have you done? And why should I care about you? The first night we had a conversation, you made it very clear that you wanted this championship. Guess what you did? You got your ass kicked in one of the most unforgettable matches I’ve ever seen. But you still have it in you to call me out, say how much I should be concerned. Guess what? Here is your chance to actually earn me giving a fuck about your existence. You get your shot at me in a tag team match and I don’t even have my normal partner this time, no disrespect to young Miss Grace. I made it clear that I didn’t plan on running and hiding as the holder of what I plan on making the TOP title in OWA. We could have had this match a week ago, two weeks ago, a month ago. I have no qualms about fighting you. I’m well aware of how much in jeopardy my title reign is in. A pissed off Roni is bad enough to worry about. I’ll concede the woman is talented if nothing else. Same with Alyssa. Even YOU have qualities in a wrestler that I consider admirable: determined, well versed in submission holds, hard hitter. I know that the odds are long and hard that I retain….okay that sounded a bit dirty. I’m not the favorite to win this match. But, as a long-gone president once said, WE CHOOSE TO GO TO THE MOON, WE CHOOSE TO DO THESE THINGS, NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE EASY…..

But because they are hard.

I got into wrestling for moments like this, I thrive on competition. So please, by all means do your worst. Deliver your message, announce your presence. Because believe me, I plan on doing the same. I’m going to show you and everyone in the Odyssey locker room that a match with April Song should not be something you openly campaign for.

I know you two probably don’t like each other and will fail epically in terms of coexistence, but please don’t beat each other’s asses too badly. As for you, Alyssa. I appreciate the fact that you’re trying to make your name off of me. I have something that most of the girls are very interested in holding. I have a title that Dulce made famous. You see this glittering jewel and see it as your ticket to superstardom. That’s all well and dandy. But at Final Destination, you’re going to find out the path to superstardom in this great sport is a long, arduous road that you are not quite ready to navigate. You continue to talk up a good game, but if it’s me and you in there down in Florida in a couple of weeks….you won’t be doing much talking. Your hand is going to do all the talking necessary.

When it slaps my arm as you’re tapping out.

All three of you, stay safe, wash your fucking hands, and pratice good hygeine. I want all those pretty young asses cleaned and sanitized for my boot when I kick them all and end this little four way soap opera we’ve got going on.

THAT’S ALL!

The camera opens up inside a dusty old boxing gym, with two lone overhead lights slowly swinging as footsteps are heard approaching. The camera zooms in on Morrighan McDonnell, who is walking towards a punching bag that has seen better days, evident by the large amounts of stuffing on the floor, and the loose duct tape futilely trying to hold the rest of it together. Morrighan tapes up a picture of her next opponent on Odyssey, Sarah Roberts, onto the worn bag. She then takes a step back, curls up her fist, and punches through the picture all the way into the broken down bag, knocking stuffing and dust everywhere. She then turns towards the camera and begins speaking:

"Another Odyssey approaches, and another challenger awaits... well, let's hope you're a challenge Sarah Roberts, because after my loss to that bitch Selene, best believe I'm looking for retribution. Please understand, Ms. Roberts... yes, I addressed you as "Miss Roberts," because after all, I was raised to respect... my elders. That's right, this woman, who I know is a well-respected legend in the MMA world, may be a little long in the tooth. Sure, plenty of forty year olds are able to sustain careers in physical and athletic endeavors, but Ms. Roberts, you're not taking on just anybody... I'm the Battlin' Banshee, bitch! Although I don't have the extensive training or career that you HAD back when I was in grade school, I'm the most dangerous woman on the roster today! If only they knew just how dangerous I can be..."

Morrighan pauses and then, almost absent-mindedly, looks up to the ceiling. Her eyes wander for a bit, but she never turns her head away. Finally, she looks back at the camera and begins speaking again:

"Ms. Roberts, come this Saturday night, you'll find out firsthand just how dangerous I can be. I've destroyed many opponents in their prime during my time on the underground circuits. True, I wasn't fighting in sold-out arenas or lit-up stadiums, but instead my ring was in back alleys, secret fight clubs, and even in bars and churches! The point is, I'm as tough as they come, and like you, I also have an incredible tolerance for pain... but an even more incredible love of inflicting pain, which is what you have to look forward to when we square off in that ring... You like to call yourself "The Deerfield Destroyer," but at your age, I think the only thing that you can destroy is a bathroom... However, you should consider yourself lucky to be from Deerfield. I did some research, and I learned that your hometown is the headquarters for a large pharmacy chain... Walgains? Walgroons? I'll remember later, but you should always keep that in mind, especially after our match Saturday night, because you'll be needing to make several trips to stock up on the bandages and pain pills your body will need to recover after I beat you within a solitary inch of your life... Now, I do respect the hell outta you for what you did... many moons ago! However, it's time for the next generation of talent to take this company to even greater heights, and I'm gonna be the one leading that charge! I'm desperate for a win myself here, so believe me when I tell you this... I'm going in with the mindset that this isn't just another match... it's almost a title match for me... I will validate every claim that I made, including this one: when the smoke clears, and the bells ring, the only thing that you will hear is my name announced as the victor... if you're lucky. However, there's also a chance that you'll simply hear screams... are they the screams of the Battlin' Banshee... or will they be your own screams, as I begin to invade your nightmares!"

The swinging lights suddenly go dark, as a sinister laugh is faintly heard permeating throughout the gym, although it doesn't sound like Morrighan at all. The feed then cuts straight to black...

Re: OWA Promos March 12th 2020, 8:43 pm by **Dulce Torres**

Well, that tag team match didn’t end the way I would have wanted too. La Llorona decided to stick her nose where it didn’t belong and that played a factor. The aftermath of the entire thing was insane to be a part of, but Viola DeMarco doesn’t need to worry about me laying my hands on Diantha Moreau and putting the Odyssey’s main event in jeopardy. I am aware of how important it is to make sure that the main event stays intact. I’m going to keep things civil. I respect Diantha enough to do that. As the Women’s World Champion, I have an example to be to the newcomers on this brand. I want to do everything in my power to carry this championship with as much class and respect as possible. It wouldn’t be like myself to get out of control and attack people for no reason at all. Even throughout my situation with Natalie Cage, it didn’t feel like my thing to do, even though people wouldn’t blame me. There are not many people who can get on my bad side in this company. Maybe, it’s because I haven’t come across anyone who has managed to rub me the wrong way. On this brand alone, there’s probably one or two people, who have rubbed me the wrong way. These are the same women, who believe that they deserve more than what they are given. The same women who believe that they can waltz in and expect everyone to cater to their every whim. They expect to be considered for all the opportunities and if they’re not, it’s because the system is out to get them or something along those lines. It’s those types of women that I find myself disliking and happily, I’m not apart of a company that caters to those entitled women.

Like Eris.

Eris is a woman, who expects everyone to bow down to her, but she’s nothing more than a woman who thinks she should be in the conversation as one of the best in this company. At the start of her career, she was propped up as the future of Odyssey. She was someone who had a bright future ahead of her. I’m in disbelief how she left herself fall from that pedestal that she and others placed herself on. Now, she’s struggling to stay afloat on Odyssey. The only thing that seems to be providing her with a glimmer of hope that she will be a champion in the future is that Athena’s Cup. Without the Athena’s Cup, Eris is nothing. You wouldn’t expect her to be in the conversations as a future champion. The Athena Cup was supposed to be her own justification, but since winning the Cup, it seems like she’s been struggling for looking for the correct spot in order to get her the OWA Women’s World Championship. I don’t consider her compliant, but just waiting for her. We’ve been waiting. We’ve been waiting for months it seems like and nothing has changed about Eris other than adding one more member to The Void. Do I dare call out on the “great” Eris on slipping up? What is she going to respond with? “What gives you the right to say all of that?” Well, I’m the Women’s World Champion for a reason. I’m a two-time Goddesses Champion. I’m the first multi-time champion in this company. The first woman to hold both Odyssey exclusive championships. I don’t say any of this to flex, but to tell her that I am in the position to call her out on this shit. I am actually someone who has the right to call her out on that stuff. What’s going to be her excuse? She’s “looking for the right time and place?” Well, what was holding her back? The idea that Natalie Cage was unbeatable? Just to think if Eris would have used that Cup, she could have prevented herself from putting it on the line at Final Destination. Now, there’s that possibility that Christie Sky could take that Cup away from her at the event. If that happens, Eris has nothing, but The Void. On Odyssey, I may not be Christie at all. I’m someone at the top of her game. I’m going to be someone difficult to take down and she’ll figure that out soon enough if she hasn’t learned that from our previous encounters.

Still to this day, I continue to wonder what people saw in Eris. Was it the mystic? Was it the purpose of her “cleansing” the Odyssey brand? In a sense, she’s like Savannah Sunshine. She was propped in positions to succeed and make the most of her opportunities but drops the ball on them each and every time. The one time where things didn’t fall flat was when Eris captured the Athena’s Cup, but when that tournament was done, she went back to being Eris. Someone who gets these amazing opportunities, but does nothing with them at all. Even throughout those losses, she was able to look back at the Athena Cup and be like: “at least, I have this,” but what happens when that no longer becomes a crutch for her to lay back on? What happens if she makes it past Final Destination with that Cup in her hands? Will she look to cash it in during my match? If I was in her position, it would be the perfect opportunity to let people know that all of the waits were worth it. That’s if she makes it that far. It could all disappear at Final Destination. In this edition of Odyssey, I want to be stepping inside the ring against “The Cleanser.” I want to go up against a woman, who is a complete monster in the ring. I dare for Eris to use me to send a message to her Final Destination opponent. As for me, I will be using Eris to send a message to Diantha, who will most likely see this match from backstage. I hope that Diantha really takes a good look at this match because I expect this match to have the same result at Final Destination and that’s me with my arm raised in the end.

Am I weak? Just because I don’t hang around a posse to make myself feel strong and powerful, doesn’t make me weak at all. I’m headstrong nonetheless. There have been many things this season alone, which should have discouraged me. From losing the Goddesses Championship to Roni Ozborn to having Natalie Cage attack me on the Odyssey before Clash, I’ve been mentally tested. People have wondered what I would do when I experience these small obstacles. Instead of crumbling underneath the pressure, I did everything I could to rise above them. I wasn’t going to let them try to control me. I take my challenges head-on. It doesn’t matter the level of the challenge, but I accept that challenge with open arms. I am someone who manages to keep her head up in the most troubling times possible. But, I do apologize that I’m not the most exciting woman in this company. I’m sorry that I don’t make the loudest noise or cause the most rucks like The Void does on this brand. I’m sorry that I’m “just Dulce.” Being myself is all I ever needed to gain success in this company. Being myself is what’s lead me to become OWA Women’s World Champion. It’s what’s going to lead me to defeat you, Eris. Bring NYX, Selene or whoever the hell is part of your group these days. I got myself to rely on. In a way, I suppose, you can say that I’m against The Void. I’m aware of how dangerous say that can be, but I’ve never backed down from a challenge and I won’t back down on Odyssey.

Re: OWA Promos March 12th 2020, 8:28 pm by The Cleanser

Odyssey Promo #1: “Gain Everything or Lose Everything”

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Eris: Funny how after a while, the odds-on favorite becomes the underdog. I guess all momentum, big or small, has to stop somewhere. Mine just seemed to stop precisely where I needed it the most, and then continued to do so. It's infuriating that when I absolutely need something to go my way, sometimes it just doesn't.

But that's the nature of it all, right? I can't blame anyone but myself for my failures, and I have to keep moving forward in my mission. After all, I still have the biggest game changer on the brand in my pocket, and another member of the Void behind me in the Goddess Selene.

As it may have it, my opponent this week on Odyssey is the champion herself, Dulce Torres. We've had experience with each other Dulce. Both as partners and as enemies, you were the one, after all, who was the reason I did not gain the Goddesses title and become the inaugural Goddesses champion. Now, here we are, advanced in our careers. Only, you've left me behind. You've had an insane run while all of my “hype” and dominance has seemed to fade away. But inside, I'm still the Eris that first arrived in the Omega Wrestling Alliance. I'm still the same woman. I've just needed for so long to grasp what made me so dominant all that time ago. And I think I understand now what has happened.

It all started with my defeat at the hands of Natalie Cage. That infernal, beautiful, unstoppable machine of a woman. She beat me and I was… frustrated. It felt like I had given my all and somehow it still just slipped through my fingers. It made me angry. And I carried that anger with me for a very long time. I did, I expected it to make me more intense. More formidable as a competitor than I was, no longer would I be walked all over like my match against Natalie. Now I was serious.

But all it did was make me lose focus. I became complacent. I let that loss against Natalie DEFINE me instead of empower me. I tricked myself into thinking that it was all okay. I was going to carry it into the next match. But I didn't, and now, in all of this, I'm ready to embrace now the truth of the situation.

I'VE BEEN BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU THIS ENTIRE TIME.

That's right! I may have been behind a few beats, but I'm no doubt the best talent Odyssey has! Let's be honest with ourselves, ever since I've won this Athena's Cup, I haven't done much right? Well other than defending it against April Song. But it's because I don't have anything to prove to any of you! My mission to cleanse Odyssey goes much deeper than just a win and a loss. I am here to start a REVOLUTION. If I get hung up on things I can't control, then nothing will ever change. But you know what? I feel it, I feel the strength that I had at one point. The determination to cleanse the filth of Omega Wrestling Alliance. To bathe them in the darkness of the void. It's still all there. I just needed the right competition to bring the monster back… and you know Dulce? You're in for a treat come Odyssey. My words have fallen upon deaf ears for far too long, while these vapid bitches like Jonetta Stone and Morrigan McDonnell run around like they have a purpose around here, I'm here to make a better future for every single last one of us. If you wanna fight that? Then it's gonna be a losing battle every single time. It's funny how I'm constantly made out to be the bad guy here. I should be a SYMBOL of women’s empowerment. I'm confident, I'm successful, and I know my worth. It's your choice to doubt me, and what results from that decision is going to be only the fault of your own.

Speaking of my opponent, I just noticed I've yet to speak in depth on her. Dulce, I've said before that I respect you. I respect the way you do things and your attitude. But holy shit if you are not the most boring person on the planet. Don't you realize that for the world to change, much more has to be done than putting some hard work and elbow grease into it? There has to be strings pulled and lives ruined. Because that is the spirit of the world. If they want violence, it's what I'll give them. But only on my terms, understand? You keeping to yourself and acting like a bashful little pageant girl only confirms the things that are truly your weaknesses. You're weak. Not in your body or even your spirit, but your mind. And your mind is something I can get to quite easily. You sit behind your wall of morality and kindness. But in reality, that's all you have. What if the fans turned on you Dulce? What if they stopped screaming your name, just like they did to Natalie before you? I promise they will. They always do, it always starts off so well. With so many visions of what the future may hold, but it will slowly fall apart into nothing and then when it does, I'll be waiting. Oh yes I will. To cleanse you of your weaknesses, just like I did for Selene. That's how I see you Dulce. Not as the hero, not as the champion, not even as a stepping stone. I see you as a future member of my family… of the Void. I think that you could be a valuable asset, one that could achieve further greatness, than if you chose to remain self-dependent and continued to put yourself at risk. Despite what you might think, Dulce. You must understand that this is a very harsh and unforgiving world. Everybody needs an ally or two, someone to watch their back and protect them when they’re unable to protect themselves. Indeed, someone with your status and reputation requires an ally. Natalie Cage, for instance, had an important ally that helped her keep an iron-tight grip on the OWA Women’s World Championship for almost an entire year. With us by your side, there’s a strong possibility that you could match… or even surpass… such a feat. All that I ask, is that you consider each of your options, Dulce. You could be saving yourself an awful lot of trouble.

Nyx: Then again, there’s always an alternative. You could just make things difficult for yourself, and refuse our offer without even considering it, which is fine by me. Personally speaking, I really don’t give a damn if you join or not, either way… we’re going to get what we want from you. The only thing that will change, is the approach that we’ll use to do so. The easy way, or the hard way. Pain and suffering, or love and acceptance. I’ll gladly help administer the former, if that’s going to be your choice. We stand to gain everything, and lose nothing. You stand to gain everything… and lose everything. Logically speaking, the choice is pretty easy to make. However, pride can be a cruel mistress, one that makes us think stupidly and behave stubbornly. Much like the vast majority of Odyssey’s roster, they’re victims of the deadliest sin of them all. You’re a rare exception to that rule, Dulce. So please, for your sake, don’t make the same mistake that they’ve all made. Don’t try to resist our will, or you shall be cast into the never-ending darkness of The Void.

Eris: There it is, Dulce. I agree with every single thing that Nyx just said. If I'm being honest, this is the most revolutionary group in the history of the OWA. So as far as I’m concerned, you're either with The Void, or against it. You will either join the next wave that Omega Wrestling Alliance will be riding, or you will drown underneath it. As always, your weaknesses shall be exploited. Your true self will be shown to the entire world. Your outer veil of innocence and purity shall be broken.

You WILL step into The Void… and from The Void… you shall never return.

Re: OWA Promos March 12th 2020, 8:17 pm by **DE'MARION.**

I really can’t stand any of you bitches.

I’ll be honest. You’re all just targets to me; not even that. More just menial, inconvenient tasks in the way of my main objective - that being a Goddess Championship win. My partner is also one of those unfortunate hurdles so I’m not exactly planning on cupcaking with her or playing buddy. She’ll just be a standing reminder of the job I gotta do in a few weeks at Final Destination. Every tag of her hand that I make? Only a preview of me pulling her into my clutches so I can drive her into the mat and take her out for the one, two, three. I’ll play ball though. I’ll do what is necessary to get us our little win for the week. I’d love to be able to batter all three of you, but two can suffice for now. It’s the two girls I’ve wanted a piece of more than anything really; the two girls who were in my sights from the start until Roni decided to hop into the fray. April Song and Alyssa Grace.

I’ve had to speak on Alyssa Grace so many times I find it hard to even say much these days without reiterating. I’m practically sick of having to talk about her, let alone crossing paths with her, but I know that I can’t let her get by without getting my win back. She’s avoiding getting handed her receipt by me a good three times now, and each one has left me more frustrated than the last. It was bad enough when everyone got in my way before I could put my hands on you during The Clash of the Goddesses, but then we had all of that BS going on during our last Odyssey main event. I had you right where I wanted to, I was ready to humble you and make you learn your place in the pecking order in front of all of your thousands of supporters, but then Roni had to run interference and leave our match without a conclusion. Robbing me of my victory! Saving you from a certain defeat as you get to hide behind “what if’s” and “who knows what would have happened”.

I’ll tell you and everyone else what would have happened! Curb stomp into the canvas. Snitch Treatment locked in. Tap out. Pass out. I get my satisfaction, I get my VINDICATION! But I guess I had to swallow the jagged pill that is yet another delay in my win. Saturday night however, and Final Destination the following month I’m getting my chunk of flesh and then some. Don’t think because you have a partner that you’re only at half risk because I’m gunning for you right out of the gate. I’m going to leave you on the ground laying, bleeding out, and it’ll be no brass knuckles needed. Talk smart all you want, call me “what the cat dragged in”, we’ll see if you keep that smarmy attitude with a boot kicking in your teeth. You’ve had a couple successful snaps and now you want to puff out your chest and treat me like I’m some type of bitter scrub you can kick around and get your laughs from. I claim superiority because I know I am. I have earned the right to declare it. I’ve built myself both in the ring and out the ring and that reputation is something to take note of it. It’s something to RESPECT. You’re not just wrong about the person I am, but you’re wrong about the whole dynamic we got going on here. Don’t consider us rivals, we’re not feuding here because that implies equality. What we have is a lesson that needs to be taught. It’s a jumping in for you here in the world of professional wrestling. Take your whooping. Earn your stripes. Rise up. But more importantly, know your place.

Or in April Song’s case, prepare to lose your place on the totem pole. April has done her damndest to avoid my warnings much like Alyssa. She doesn’t realize how badly she’s in jeopardy of losing that championship she worked so hard to gain. She’s dug a nice little niche for herself, she’s got her turf established, but you can see the complacency in her. She’s not maintaining control of her territory and making herself look like an easy mark. Notice how nonchalant and unbothered she seems to act about all three of her challengers. Notice specifically how much she’s tried to suppress any idea of the threat that I pose to her! Refusing to acknowledge me in any of her statements away from Odyssey, acting like I don’t exist when I’m practically breathing down her neck week after week! Oh, but when I do catch her attention, when she has no choice but to recognize who I am, you can see her lose her composure. You can see the worry in her eyes! She can act in denial and tell herself that she’s the ideal fighting champion that will keep on going forever, but you know what happens next if I catch you slipping! You know how badly your reign is in danger of getting taken away from you! And this week, when we go toe to toe, even if it’s in a brief couple of seconds...my presence will be felt. You won’t be able to shake the feelings of doubt away anymore. You’ll know that standing ahead of you at Final Destination is the next Goddesses Champion.

Stay out the way, Roni. I’ll deal with you in April, but for now I’ll allow you to exist. Just don’t cross me.

Re: OWA Promos March 12th 2020, 6:29 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

We tried. We really did. We respected you and your athletic ability. Your fighting spirit. Your tenacity. All of it. But you had to stick your nose where it didn't belong, didn't you? Demis and I have a plan and we were seeing it through to perfection but then you had to interfere. And why? You embarrassed and humiliated Hayden Cross and took away his Keys to The Kingdom and he responded by going to your home country, barging into your dojo and attacking your associates. And that's a man you want to help? If he did that to me, I'd beg someone to do what Demis and I did to him. In fact, Demis and I would be the ones doing that to him. It’s that sense of honour that you Japanese always have that irritates me so much. This constant need to do the right thing, even for someone who’s disrespecting you. Hayden Cross is lucky he was only just booked to be in a wrestling match with me, and he didn’t go on my land, because he wouldn’t be still breathing and alive on this plane of existence any longer.

But you don’t have to worry about me right now, do you? No, you have a much bigger, and I do literally mean BIGGER problem on your hands. You will be standing in the same ring as The Earth Shaker...The Greek Colossus...People seem to forget that Demis is undefeated in OWA. The man who everyone is saying has a chance to leave Final Destination as OWA Champion, Moongoose McQueen, was soundly beaten by Demis. SOUNDLY BEATEN AND I WILL HEAR NOTHING ELSE. When Demis hoisted Moongoose in the air with his gigantic hand around McQueen’s stupid throat and send him careening down into Demis’ tree trunk like patella, I saw the soul leave Moongoose’s body. I saw his spine twist and turn in horrific ways and I saw all the many, many, MANY times I’ve defeated Moongoose flash before my eyes and it was such a truly happy moment. And since then, no man has had the valour to even try and step up to Demis again. So far that, Arata, I applaud you. Or maybe you’re just an imbecile who has a death wish. I’m leaning more towards that one, since again, you made a horrible mistake getting involved in Our business. But that wasn’t your worst mistake, no.

Your worst mistake was even insinuating that you were even thinking of using your Keys to The Kingdom on my Spartan Championship. This is not some game show. This isn’t some fun-time variety hour where you can just throw out some gimmicky trinket and then think you are the no. 1 contender. I don’t care how talented you are. I don’t care how tough you are. I don’t care that you’re the first and current reigning and defending Shogun Champion in Wrestleworld. They way I see it, that championship is going to be the only one you’ll hold as long as I’m breathing. But, I digress. It may seem strange for me to say, but I don’t want to make this match about me. I am but a piece of a bigger puzzle this time. Demis is the star of this play and I, like everyone else, will revel in being an audience member watching this Thespian of Terror. The Japanese wrestling style has been known to create some of the hardest hitting, toughest wrestlers the world has ever seen, but Demis has power that is otherworldly. He has strength that is superhuman. He is truly a God of Olympus reincarnated. I met Demis in a tiny little shack on the coast of the Aegean Sea when we were both young men and even then, it was like Demis was born fully formed and all-powerful. He was genuinely, even in my young age, the only man I was ever afraid of. The look he gave me when he first saw sent chills down my spine, but once he realized I was there to send him on a life-changing journey, he understood that I wasn’t a man to be angry with or to want to attack, but one to follow to the ends of the earth and beyond that.

I know what you’re thinking, Arata. You think that Demis is just a dumb, lumbering giant. An oaf that uses his brute strength as a way of compensating for lack of intelligence and that you’re going to use your superior ring IQ to wrestle rings around him. But no no no. You see, Demis isn’t some simple lug that walks around, slack-jawed, drool dripping down his chin. He is a very bright young man. He was when I met him and he became even more educated and sophisticated in my presence. He has trained under my tutelage and has learned how to chain-wrestle, he’s learned to take stock of my perfect technical wrestling ability and morph it into his own style mixed with his power. I’ve even taught him some of my more dastardly tactics but Demis is smart enough to know that his strength is enough to defeat his opponents. So now where does that leave you, Arata? Are you going to try and kick this Grecian statue into rubble? Because you can’t. The New Dawn needed the mind and then They needed the power. WE now have both and as impressive as you are, as dominant as you have been in OWA, there is nothing….nothing to stop what has been set in motion before we were all here. Clutch your Shogun Championship tightly. Hold your trainees tight. Say goodbye to your family because as much as Demis has followed me and as much as loyal as he is to me, once that bell rings, like a rabid pitbull, I no longer have control over him. Once I let him off his proverbial leash, he will not stop until he has finished his meal. And after spending his entire childhood and young adult life in abject poverty, he has always been very, very hungry.

Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 11:02 pm by Guest

Hakuna Matata

(Scene recaps to the previous “cancelled” display from the Clash of the Titan promo. Moongoose McQueen is standing on top of a “cliff” overlooking the view of “Africa.” Moongoose has tribal face paint on to add to the magic and realism of the scene, and in his hands, he raises something in the air. It’s a little lion stuffed animal in the style of Baba Yaga. Look, it even has a little call doll attached to it too. He raises the doll into the air, and in the background, the animals are bowing to it. Moongoosfasa brings the little cub back down, as a magical rock is pushed into the scene and Moongoose takes a seat (Fun fact, it’s really Cameron in a green suit being CGI into a rock) He places the young lion on his lap and stares out among the horizon.)

Moongoosefasa: SimBaba Yaga, Everything the light touches... is our kingdom. But a king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.

I’m pleased there is no bad blood between us. After the past week I’ve had, it’s refreshing to know that I’ll be in the ring with someone that I can honestly call a friend. It’s a damn shame that you are on Olympus, and I, on Kingdom. But this could be a good thing. After all, what a better way to welcome you to Kingdom, than to bring you over when I am the World Champion. And no joke. Someday, this can be all yours too. I believe it. I mean it. I’m a huge fan of your work, and if they don’t give you a shot at Kevin Maverick for the cruiserweight title, Olympus doesn’t deserve you. Anyway, I just wanted to say, that deep down, I really do look forward to working with you at Atlantis. I mean, you saw how people were when we were at Clash of the Titans. You and I, we had them on the edge of their seats. It really feels like you and I, in another world, we were the best of friends, and I’d like it if we were friends in this world too.

Now this is the obligatory “I’m gonna beat you” and I mean that too. I respect you all too much to lie to you, and I say this with the utmost sincerity that this is not personal. As I said, I’ve had a pretty bad couple of weeks, between being made a fool, having my boys beaten, and Kenny Drake threatening to shut me up, I’m a little bit on edge. I haven’t found a proper means to … how can I put this… express my frustration properly. And I know, I know. I shouldn’t take it out on you. You don’t deserve it… but… but….

(Moongoose stands up and the Rock crawls away, and Moongoose McQueen punts the little lion off-screen. He punches the green screen, where everything just breaks and reverts to reality.)

Now don’t get me wrong. I had always intended to kick the doll to make a point. Just simply not out of frustration, because the truth is, Baba Yaga, because I believe in you to be future of this industry, that I must show you that I care, though “tough love.” It doesn’t mean I hate you. It doesn’t mean that I’m angry with you. It just means I want you to be better, stronger. I believe that you have what it takes to knock Kevin Maverick down. I swear, the beating I’m gonna give you on Atlantis this week, it’s gonna be 90% for your benefit, and 10%......scratch that… 80%...... no no, I can’t lie to you. We’ll say 50-50. 50% of it will be to strengthen you and the other half will be for me to vent my frustration. If I go too far, I’ll apologize now, I tend to simply get lost in the emotion and I just can’t stop myself. You know? Of course you know. You’re a smart man. But like I said, no hard feelings. I’m rooting for ya. And If I win and you lose, Just remember who you are.

Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you... And so will I.

(Moongoose snaps his fingers and begins disappearing into a cloud.)

Remember who you are. You are my boi, and the one true King. Remember who you are..

(Moongoose completely disappears, leaving behind the wreckage of the broken green screen)

Remember...

Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 9:55 pm by Tarah Moore

Fairly Local --- Atlantis
Promo Number One

“I'm not evil to the core. What I shouldn't do I will fight I know I'm emotional. What I wanna save I will try I know who. I truly am I truly do have a chance. Tomorrow I'll switch the beat to avoid yesterday's dance. Yo, this song will never be on the radio, even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote: It's the few, the proud, and the emotional. Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral The world around us is burning but we're so cold It's the few, the proud, and the emotional I'm fairly local, I've been around I've seen the streets, you're walking down I'm fairly local, good people now.”

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The scene begins with Tarah Nova sitting on a warm red blanket that was laid on the beach. She watches as her two children play in the waves only 20 feet away, their laughter making her smile to herself as she hugs her knees close to her chest more. It was moments like this she wish could last but she knew in her heart that the sun will set on this beautiful day like it does on every other one before them. Slowly Nova sighs, her smile falling from her face before shaking her head gently.

“Ya know...I’ve been waiting...Waiting for the time that I can just sit down and live my life peacefully. I want to do that so badly but everytime I try to do some good and give myself a break...I get pulled right back into the crazy that we call Wrestling... But this time it is my own fault. I gave into my pride and my good person ways and gave a newcomer her dream match when---I should be getting ready for my last few I have on my waiting list---Or be getting ready to be placed in the hall of fame. There are so many things I should be doing right now---I chose to make someone else happy and give them a match...And of course, it blows up in my face, like everything this last week has.” Another small sigh leaves Tarah’s lips before she continues, “So..Christie Sky, let me first just say, you are truly the best and most amazing newcomer OWA has to offer right now...You have it all. The Look. The drive. Hell I could see you as the next Women’s World Champion but right now? Right now I can’t help but laugh at you as you try to break down my walls and tell that world how absorbed in I am in my own worth which is so fair from the truth, its sad. Out of everyone in those lockers, on every show, I never cared about my own worth. I made sure not to be as pig headed as some of the Kingdom Roster or as self centered as Olympus. I don’t rub my worth in others' faces like you attempt to paint me as doing, no. Let me shut that shit down right her and right now because IF I was like that, you know fuckin’ know it. I wouldn’t be wasting my time with a retirement tour and giving people who want to face me one last go at it. Hell, this match wouldn’t even be going on but guess what? It is, Ciri. It's happening and not one of us will be the same after it, I can tell you that right now.” A dry chuckle leaves Nova’s lips, “Now even though I am happy to face off with you, it is slightly bittersweet to me too. See, I like you, Ciri. I like you a hell of a lot more than most Alphas who grace the OWA wrestling ring but the idea of you believing that You have what it takes to pull me down is honestly what I don’t like about you. You haven’t been in the places I have been. You haven’t seen the shit I have. And yet...you sit there and you believe you know me WELL enough to win a match against me...but you don't know me, Ciri. You don’t know me at all and that is your downfall. You claim that I am one of the reasons why you are here. That I am an Idol but I’m not, honey. I wrestle and I fight for what I have created in this world we live in. I have done what I can to be one of the best in the world today. I’ve broken bones, ripped muscles and bruised my ass for this sport. I've done it for so many years, I am shocked that I can remember it all. You---You do not understand how much of my life I have put on hold for the name of wrestling---mostly women’s wrestling.” Tarah looks down at her hands which are locked loose together, she smiles weakly, “Ciri---I wasn’t always the Wrestling Mother figure that people see me as today...I was once like you but worse. I believe that if I destroyed a place, that I could rebuild it as my own. I was the Creator once. A savior of my own self making. I knew I had what it took to rebuild a division with my own two hands---and I did just that. I rebuilt the platform that Women’s Wrestling is placed on. I pushed and pulled and never held back in making the wrestling world understand that women like us were the future of wrestling. I flew that flag high and yeah, I was pushed into the mud a few times by others but I pushed them right back...I am proud of that Tarah Nova from back then. I am proud that I got to show the world that women can fight just as amazing or better than men. Fuck, I am even proud of ending almost 23 career in the name of this sport to get that point across to everyone who stood in my way of the proud that i have finally reached after 13 years...but with everything that i have done or said...I have never thought of myself as "the most talented woman living on this planet".” Tarah laughs, “That's just not my style, sweetheart. I mean I may call myself the best woman alive but that's only to fuck with my husband’s nickname...and when I speak, I call myself ONE of the best...See you kids today believe you are so slick, trying to make problems when there isn’t one to make...but no matter because any problem you and I might have will be solved tomorrow night. ”

Tarah finally places her sunglasses on top of her head, looking at the camera. “You see...This match you begged me for is going to be one for the ages, my pet. This isn’t going to be anything like the matches you had before, god knows. See, you may call me exaggerated and boring...but honey, you and I both that's the biggest lie you told. See, for 13 years I bleed for this sport. Gave my life for it. Every fuckin’ day and night, I was have been HERE. I have been on the road, everyday, putting on shows for the fans that I love and hold so dream to my heart. When my music hits and I come bursting through the backstage, They scream for me. They are always on their FEET just watching and waiting to see what I do each and every match I am in. I might be at the end of my career, Ciri but to everyone in the backstage, in those crowds we wrestle for and the MILLIONS that watch us from home; I am no were NEAR boring---and that's the difference between us. You---Ciri, you might be this rising star who is B-lining to the top but you are nothing close to the level I have been standing on since I first laced up my boots, no. You are still at the bottom of the mountain, still trying to climb yourself to a level worth standing on...and you have slipped many times, haven't you? You have ghosted us for a few weeks and dropped the ball. You became nothing but a shell of the person you claim to be. You have fallen hard, my dear as I, even when I slipped; I never stopped climbing..And that is why you can never BE me, Ciri. You don’t have the guts to do it...” She shakes her head slowly, “In wrestling, everyone has a shadow. A person they want to be like...You had your Million of Ladies who wanted to be the next Cameron Ella Ava or the Sweet Roxy’s that want to live up to be just like their Mum’s aka Heart BreakGal. Then you have me...someone who made their own path. Who broke the mode of what a Woman wrestler should look like and for years, I never had a small shadow---that is, till you appeared last year. You were me from back in the day. You are everything I made for myself. You are basically my old used car in this company while I grew up and became better. You are stuck in my old ways. The leader. The Creator. The bluh bluh bluh. But you are nothing like me, Ciri. You don’t have the willpower to do half the shit I have. I can see it in you're eyes that you don't have the stomach for the Hardcore. For the true blood and guts that made my career so fuckin’ known in the wrestling community. I know it. You know it. The fuckin’ worlds knows it. Everyone knows you cannot BE me. You cannot beat the legend that I have become, Ciri and tomorrow night, this match isn’t going to go the way you want it to go, I can tell you that right now. This match is going to go one way and that is with me as the winner. I might have a few more weeks under my belt but I’d be DAMN to let you walk away from that ring with a win on me, sweetie.”

Tarah hums softly, feeling the oceans breeze hit her face, "So it this what you wanted, Ciri? I mean if you truly you want to play hardball, dear, then I will play hardball because once that bell rings out for our match to begin, I will be sorry for what I will do to you inside that squared circle. Though...even when you fall to me tomorrow night, I truly believe you have what it takes to take down Eris...that's my sweet, mothering words to you.You have what it takes to kick her off her high horse but honestly, I am a different level than her. Eris is just a pup, just like yourself and soon you will learn not to pick fights with a Alpha Wolf like me, Ciri. This war you planned to have with me will be nothing but one Dream I have made come true but soon, this dream that you have dreamt about for the last THREE years will become nothing but your own worst nightmare. Believe that, Ciri...I am a woman of my word, after all...but with all of this said and done...”

Tarah smiles softly at the camera before standing up from her blanket, “I do love you back, Sista...Hopefully you truly are ready for one hell of a fight..I am, but the true question is: Are you? Only time will tell but till then...” Slowly her smile fades into a smirk as she moves her sunglasses back over her eyes as she moves off the blanket. The camera follows Tarah as she meets up with her kids; picking up Maya while Brady wraps his arms around her. Soon the camera fades to black, ending the scene.

NOVA OUT.

WORDS: 1863 | TAGGED: Christie Sky
:copyright: TARAH JAY NOVA

Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 9:05 pm by **Gareth Cason**

Olympus Promo #1: “Turning A Corner"

(Word Count: 1,019)

Oh Gareth, why did you do it? Why did you copy Layne’s finisher against that more than three-hundred pound man? Just to piss Layne off and activate his already fragile inferiority complex? Indeed I did you genius bystander you. That's in fact exactly why I did it. To be completely honest, like I've said before. I'm not quite used to this being cheered thing. But if it means I can do what I did last Olympus, then I sure as hell wanna make this my thing! I felt… empowered. Like the fans wanted to see me. It was crazy! Something I'd never really felt before in all of these years of being the bad guy.

So, looks like neither Layne or I are getting a shot at Bull come Final Destination. I don't quite know how to feel about that. But what I do know is he'll be facing Jeff X, someone I'm quite confident in the skill set of. And I'm sure it's going to be quite the contest. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want in, but really, I just hope Jeff teaches that fat waste of space a lesson in humility. You know, for the sake of all of Olympus, not just because it'd make me feel good. No no no, it'd empower the entire locker room to see that plump boy get dethroned when the lights are on bright. I believe in ya Jeffy boy. Make it happen.

This week on Olympus I appear to be teaming with Layne Kurobane. Now, personally, I've never quite fancied myself a specialist of tag matches. Mostly because I'm unwilling to carry someone to a victory. Sadly, I've had to do so numerous times. A big example being carrying Harman to a win against the team of announced Hall of Famer Tarah Nova and current world champion Bull Connors. While Harman did execute the pin that happened to end the contest, he seemed to gloat as if he did all of the work all by himself. I of course beat the shit out of him in a title defense on Olympus in response. Now I have to team with that rat with bangs against Nobi and Teddy Mac. The good guys as they've affectionately been nomered. You gotta love the energy of these guys, and the staying power of Nobi. Nobi was one of CM Nas AND Tarah Nova's title defense challengers and is still here doing work on Olympus. I gotta say I respect your grind friend. And as for Teddy Mac, he came from Omega Wrestling Tomorrow as far as I know, which is quite the landscape nowadays. So I gotta give him props as well. I refuse to underestimate you guys when we square up on Olympus. Because if I do, I'm confident either of you could easily make me shut my mouth. That's why I have to wrestle smart against both of you. And keep an eye in my rear view mirror just in case that snake in the grass wants to take a chunk out of me leading up to our inevitable clash. Which means it's gonna be a lot of fun. Mostly because of the danger. In fact, it is because of the danger. That kind of shit exhilarates me. I can have one hand tied behind my back and probably be way too excited about it. Because it's something that challenges me. Something that forces me to think about my next move. Rest assured I won't be going through the motions in this one. Because I'll have someone to fight behind me who's supposedly my teammate, but in reality, it's a game. A game of one upmanship. Who has a more crisp Suplex? Who has stronger strikes? Who can lift higher? Who can bring the match back from the brink? Who's got more speed? Who's got more endurance? Technique? All of it will be tested Layne.

Speaking of my partner, our clash as I see it is one hundred percent unavoidable. But really, are you ready for it? Have you done your homework? Because I think it's high time you sit down with a pen and paper and study Gareth Cason. If you don't, you're gonna have a much worse time when we finally do have our match. You know, I think we really could have made a good team together if you weren't a completely conceited ass monkey who has no real right to his conceit. This could have really been our first test as a true team if you didn't have some illusion of being better than everyone in your head. Let's be honest with ourselves Layne. For a long long time. It's been disappointment after disappointment for you. And that just does not live up to the hype and aura of confidence that surrounds you. For a long time, I've shown a certain level of confidence. Oftentimes, it was cockiness, even arrogance. But I've always prided myself on being able to back up every single word with skill. Even going back to my days as a light heavyweight champion in the world of mixed martial arts. I was the kind of person who would chat shit and then bash someone's skull in. It's just who I was. Still part of who I am today. It's just a little bit different now. Because that's not what I'm here for, as I've said previously.

But it just ain't the same as it used to be Layne. I'm not the same man. I'm not willing to let you posture and brag about your career when in reality, I've seen exactly who you are. Because that's who I used to be. And you know what? I feel good about turning the corner in my career. I'm sure you will one day too.

So go right ahead….

Shoot your shot…

But don't you miss…

And don't dare get in my way…

Because you won't be in the ring on Olympus with any normal man.

You'll be in the ring with someone

LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS.

Promo #2 - Determination March 11th 2020, 8:51 pm by **JacobKnight**

The camera opens on Jacob Knight walking down Wall Street in New York City. Mobs of business men and women, both young and old, walk by him at a frantic pace as he strolls down the sidewalk, #CloseTheSanatorium emblazoned across his chest. He continues casually down the way until he suddenly stops in his tracks. He turns to his left and looks up to see Federal Hall, the place where George Washington was sworn into office as the first President of the United States. As he does, the camera cuts to a wide shot from behind him, the swarms of Wall Street bankers and business people are gone. For once here, there is silence as Jacob stands there alone. After a moment, he turns around to face the camera.

“Almost a decade ago, this place was the epicenter of the Occupy movement. Hundreds of protesters filled this street, organized together to stand up to the 1% that takes advantage of a wealth disparity not only in this country but in this world. I was still in school at the time, but I'll never forget watching the footage of these men and women showing fearlessness and determination, even in the face of danger as police pepper-sprayed and tear-gassed them. They did not back down, inspiring the rest of the nation to organize as well."

Clips from news coverage of the event and from the protesters' recordings come to the screen, showcasing the very qualities and events that Knight had mentioned. It includes footage of people marching, police in riot gear confronting the mob, handcuffed protesters getting pepper-sprayed as they sit on a curb, and other Occupy marches from cities like Chicago and Portland. As it finishes we cut back to Jacob, a stern look upon his face.

"Funnily enough one of those words comes to mind when I look at what you’ve become, Derelict. That word is Determination, and in your case, it’s a lack thereof. You said it yourself, you stand for nothing, you respect no one, you care for nothing except yourself, but from the looks of things even that is dwindling. Face it, you have no drive, no motivation. I mean, have you ever stopped to reflect on your current state of affairs? Over the last eleven months, you went from being this nearly unstoppable, monstrous beast who everyone would respect or fear to a broken and battered old man sipping discarded bottles of Night Train behind a dumpster, practically hoping to find your Openweight Championship at the bottom of them."

We see a short clip of The Derelict sitting between the dumpsters drinking from the dirty bottles and nearly falling over as he rambles before cutting back to Jacob.

"It’s pitiful, really, how the mighty have fallen. What’s even sadder is the fact that despite your longing for what used to be yours and saying how much you miss it being wrapped around your waist and how it helps you sleep at night… you haven’t won it back. As a matter of fact, you haven’t even tried. You’ve just accepted the fact that you were bested by that douchebag Kevin Maverick and that you’re content with just belly-aching and bitching about what was taken from you instead of trying to win it back. But go off, tell the world that nobody has ever changed it, ignorant to the course of history."

There is a flicker of images that come to the screen, showcasing pictures of a variety of world leaders from the last century, including JFK, Gandhi, Castro, Lenin, and FDR, men who for better or worse changed the course of history.

"Come to think of it, your attitude embodies the very status quo that has forced you out of a home and onto the streets every day. You are abused on a regular basis, but what do you do? You criticize the people who try to make a legitimate difference! Why is that? Is it because they show more determination toward a worthy cause than you have shown towards anything in your whole life?! If you just opened your eyes and ears to the bigger picture, you’d realize that! You’d realize that people like me are willing to fight for a common goal, not just the words of another person. And that’s why I won’t go down the path to obscurity: I know my goals and I'm willing to fight for them. But you? You’re already halfway there."

Jacob cracks an almost signature smug grin as he continues to speak, but the tone in his voice grows more passionate as he goes on.

"Fortunately for you, I’ve given you a reason to make a goddam U-turn because apparently… what was it you said? ‘You’ve inspired the old bastard to try and wrestle?’ Quite frankly I’ve given you a reason to actually give a shit, Derelict. I’ve given you something you’ve been missing, something I eat, drink, and breathe: determination. So come to Olympus drunk or sober, it matters little to me as long as you come prepared and ready to deliver on these promises you make. Because the moment your resolve fails, the moment you underestimate me, is the moment I show you and the rest of this company why I am not only capable of beating someone like Kevin Maverick, not only why I will win the Ascension to the Heavens match at Final Destination and go on to become OWA World Champion, not only why I am this company’s ‘Knight in Shining Armor,’ but why I am embody the word ‘Headstrong.’”

With that, he turns and continues his walk down an empty Wall Street as the camera fades to black.

Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 8:00 pm by **Scott Oasis**

A NICE GUYS PRODUCTION

(Nobi and Teddy Mac are seen watching Layne Kurobane’s statement from a big screen in Nobi’s mansion in Hollywood, California.)

Teddy Mac: Damn, man...

Nobi: Yes….I never thought that Layne Kurobane would put us on such a high regard…

Teddy Mac: I know! But also didn’t he say something about wanting to fight you in OWA before when he was talking with Jaywalker back in Wrestleworld?

Nobi: That he did but still, you can see Layne is being serious about this and he’s really fired up.

Teddy Mac: Oh, I know, he’s a nice guy isn’t he?

Nobi: Yes, just like you are.

Teddy Mac: Aww man, you’re always so nice yourself.

Nobi: Ahaha, thank you, Teddy. Anyway, we need to tune-in our A-Game!

Teddy Mac: I agree!

Nobi: Well, also, we can’t underestimate both him and Gareth Carson too. They may noy like each-other and they might not have much chemistry - or any chemistry at all really -- but they are always top notch wrestlers individually. As soon as Layne lost his Spartan Championship, he won another championship in the Television Championship in only like what? Two or three months? Layne is truly one hell of a talent. Gareth is also a former World Champion and he also is a former TV Champion too. And don’t forget, he also won the Ascensions to The Heavens last year. Both guys are incredible. No doubt they’ll accomplish a lot more in future and I believe they’ll be OWA Hall of Famers too. Anyone and everyone will agree. We may be the Openweight Tag Team Champions but man, they are 2 beasts. Whether they get along or not, we have to beat them and show it why we are the Tag Team Champions. I mean, I’m not underestimating our team and there’s no way I’m disrespecting Aria Jaxon, but without her help, we might lost to Carlos and Keelan. We need to prove it why we deserve to hold this belt. For me personally, I also need to prove that I belong to OWA here. I just lost to Jesus Christ two weeks ago, and this match is also a shot for a redemption story personally for me.

But man, Teddy, you’re a great wrestler. I know you can beat both Gareth and Layne in one on one matches against them respectively. I’m hoping for the best for you in future and I’m doing all I can to be a great partner for you, bro.

Teddy Mac: I appreciate all of that but at the same time Nobi, let’s not be too modest here! What happened on Atlantis with you and I was absolute magic, Aria or not. A once in a lifetime moment that nobody would have ever seen coming. Two guys with similar backgrounds, but who have never shared a ring together, teaming up, putting on an absolute clinic and coming out the victors against one of the greatest tandems in pro wrestling to become the World Tag Team Champions! It’s like something out of a fairy tale but this aint no story with pen put to paper, it’s real life with two hard working individuals putting in one hundred percent in that squared circle to get stuff done. When I look at you I look at a near mirror image of me in terms of values, beliefs and ethics. A man who would give me the shirt off his back if he needed to. Who would take a bullet for me or the next man even though he just met ‘em. A man who is the perfect partner for me, and who with all of his years of experience and his time tested, highly respected reputation, I aspire to get on the same level as. In that one magical night you brought out the very best in me. The nerves that I normally have in high level matches blew away with the wind and all I felt was certainty in myself and us as a unit. In this team I feel FEARLESS! I feel like I am part of something greater than great! A team that is going to be unstoppable! Two men with no egos, no ulterior motives, just in it for the love of wrestling and inspiring others. Things with the purest intentions can never fail, especially when it’s stacked up against things with cruel intentions and bad blood. We saw it with how Carlos Rosso and Keelan Callihan crumbled, and we’ll see it again with the team of Gareth Cason and Layne Kurobane, who not only are disorganized and lack the ability to be on the same wavelength, but have clashing egos that are all over the place! Layne’s a good man, you’re right, and Gareth is a killer wrestler, but they both want to have that main event spotlight and are willing to destroy each other to get it.

Nobi: What are you saying?

Teddy Mac: I’m saying that with all due respect -- they’re a team of irony when you look at it. A team made to cause chaos and create controversy, but more importantly one created for the sole purpose of watching it self destruct in phenomenal fashion. They aren’t built to succeed in a tag team environment; however, don’t get it twisted and think that takes away from us, Nobi. Their mistakes are their problems. Zaibatsu built they’re team off dishonesty and it caught up to them, we on the other hand keep our noses clean. We were the better team because we set ourselves up for success. Layne and Gareth will lose because they have no idea how to interact with each other besides screwing one another over to one up them and help them move up. We are a selfless duo. We’re the better team in that scenario. We benefited from our strengths and they lost off their weaknesses in the same way any match would go. We will win. And we will deserve to be proud. The tag champs are no joke and we have all the right to have faith in ourselves. Layne touted us as being a competitive, threatening team. He knows we can beat him. We shouldn’t pretend like we aren’t. The division is ours for the taking and this week we can flex our prowess to show the world we aren’t a couple of one trick ponies.

Nobi: Nothing but fair points. You’re right that we should be confident. But we also have to have that balance of modesty. Layne and Gareth can implode, but there’s no telling whether they’ll take us down with them. This should be our first night in style as World Tag Team Champions, but it can be ruined at any moment in the match so we better be on our toes. We can’t give those guys an inch.

Teddy Mac: No problemo. Not even an option. We’ll give em hell. Just saying we gotta acknowledge how good we are ourselves.

Nobi: Hehe, for sure.

(Nobi turns his head after noticing a knock at the door.)

Nobi: But as we look ahead to Friday night, we can’t carry on without an empty stomach! UberEats is here!

Teddy Mac: You live in a million dollar machine….have a world tag title….work in a billion dollar franchise…..but you’re still eating KFC Donut Sandwiches for dinner?

Nobi: Are you saying you wouldn’t like one?

Teddy Mac: I’m not saying all that! It is indeed bulking up season! ...Just don’t tell my wife, ok?

(Mac and Nobi head off to the door laughing as the scene fades.)

Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 5:39 pm by **Zumi**

Atlantis #1

“The more things change, the more they stay the same. I can’t ever get away from the typical Azumi Goto remarks. Hearing these things gave me flashbacks of certain people that we don’t really like to talk about.”

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(The camera begins to roll as Azumi is in her beautiful Tokyo office, being the busiest woman in the wrestling world would be an understatement. For someone of her schedule to have the time to not only have time to spend with her family and friends but also run one of the biggest women’s promotions in the world. Paperworks galore on the side of her desk with two carry-on luggage packed up and ready to go for her trip to the US for her set appearances on OWA TV programming. A match on Atlantis and a segment on Odyssey before the road to Final Destination truly begins.)

Jonetta Stone won on the last Odyssey, she did something I was hoping to do myself but she won out in the end. This match got me to really take a step back and look at the competition in another way. Jonetta did defeat me but the post-match was ruined by Havoc, he felt like making his presence known by attacking the two of us. I’m not sure if what I did was right or wrong, ruining an amazing contest on Kingdom just to get a bit of revenge. Something had to be done for Havoc deciding to attack us, for Jonetta this was her sending a message and there was a message sent by me as well. The message that I want to win this upcoming Ascension To The Heavens match as much as anyone else in this group and maybe even more than anyone. But before we reach Miami for Final Destination, one more match in Panama City and the final Odyssey for one last appearance. It seems I can’t ever stop being busy, flying everywhere, being an active wrestler and running a promotion all at the same time but I wouldn’t want a single thing to change about my life. Same goes with my career, I wouldn't change anything about it. Bishop and Havoc think I haven’t done anything in my tenure in America, Havoc went so far and said that I wouldn’t have my title reign if it wasn’t vacated by TyAnna Jupiter.

(That statement alone made Azumi laugh as she must have heard a variation of that more times than anyone. Even with something that would normally be disheartening, Azumi instead has a smile on her face.)

Do people not have material about me? Do I have to email them my resume like they're a store manager and I’m applying for a job? Come on, guys… Find some material that hurts my feelings or something or else change the topic from what I have done to something else. Hell, I'll even give you a pass to say some sort of racist if it means you'll change the material. But Havoc and Bishop have a point, compare my career to Aria, Tarah or Cloud and it falls much flatter. But it’s not like I’ve spent the past five years of my nine-year career sitting around and letting other people surpass me. Sure, only one title reign in five years is a bad look but on a grand scale, I’ll take the fact that people consider me as their idol and much more. I’ll be the first to say that my reign as Women’s Champion wasn’t what I wanted it to be, I didn’t want it to end as early as it did but yet I’m motivated by wanting to be World Champion again. Something you haven’t yet to do since crossing over from MMA, Michael Bishop. Sorry… I might have crossed the line but I have that over you. I know you from the same company that the majority of the OWA Originals come from and it feels like you can’t say the things that you have said about me when you’re just a step below me in terms of what you accomplished.

Go on my Wikipedia page, Bishop, you’ll see everything I have accomplished but I don’t want to flaunt it. I mean, what am I gonna tell everyone… that I was World Champion for seventy-eight days? It doesn’t sound as good when you compare it to other people’s title reigns. Bishop people weren’t talking about you after Clash Of The Titans, they were talking about how I pulled out another classic match that will be remembered for a long time. It’s unfortunate because backstage I was quite thrilled to see you had returned to wrestling. Twenty months on the injury shelf is a long time but did you ever watch Odyssey while you were healing up? Things changed drastically, I’m still not on the top tier level of people in this industry but in return I have grown into a household name. Odyssey was the platform that I never got from our old promotion, you know the same one that we all left for one reason or another. No matter how you see it, Bishop… we both left that place because of the same reasons, the only difference is that my knee hasn’t given out yet from the hype that surrounds my wrestling ability like yours did and it never will!

(Azumi realizing what she had said soon stops herself and calms down for a moment before resuming.)

Sorry, I usually don’t get angry when people decide to stick to the same material that never works regardless of who says it. I get angry when people think using me to make a statement is a good idea. So blame Havoc for getting attacked by Jonetta Stone and myself on Kingdom, it was his dumb idea to fire the first shot.

Speaking of which, we can’t leave him out of this. We have to talk about the person whose fault this really is, if you didn’t decide to make a statement on Odyssey, this match probably would have still happened with a little less animosity because let’s be honest here, we’re all four egotistical people and each one of us is confident about our chances of winning at Final Destination, so there would be some hate-spewing around. My question for Havoc is if he and Bishop traded notes about what to say about me. Honestly feels like you two are really doing just that because to say that no one will or has cared about me in OWA is a horrible lie. Maybe it comes with the demonic possession stuff to lie like that but I want you to find and watch every single show I have been on since joining OWA. Wait… Do demons even watch television? Questions for later.

But either way, the crowd seems to care and forever will care about me because, in return, I care for the hopes and ambitions they have on my shoulders. Go back to right after I qualified for Ascension To The Heavens, you heard those chants for “Ace”. Say what you want but I think your point got proven wrong, so try that with someone else, Havoc. You can call me a liar but I don’t think you can call all the fans across the world liars as well. When Odyssey needed someone to take leadership during its early days, I became that person because I saw all of this before. What I have done in OWA doesn’t matter but if you want to keep track and say it has been a whole year since I’ve done something, I believe the same goes for you bud. This year has been a down year for me but you’re still in the spot going into Final Destination that your alter-ego. So why is that? Your other half spent the first half of Season 2 messing around and going for the 24/7 Championship. Do you know what I did when I returned from my hiatus? I immediately called my shot and went for the Women’s Championship.

No matter how you look at it, you have it all wrong about me. I’m not just a name in the Joshi scene, from what I can tell I have name value both in Japan and here in the US. That’s what happens when you spend years working to be the absolute best. I could have permanently left pro-wrestling after the first Final Destination, I mean I’m talented in multiple things to take that risk. Maybe go full-time in modeling, maybe try acting or go full time into running my wrestling promotion. But this is what I truly love, the rest of those hobbies are just a result because of the success I attained from pro-wrestling. My third match in this company was for the Women’s World Championship… Sure, I didn’t beat Roxy but that says something.

My mentality with this ten year anniversary is one where I truly push myself beyond any limits. No one in this tag match and out of the competitors in the ladder match can have that over me. For Jonetta and Havoc, this match is about their rise to the top and for Bishop, this is about being able to really cement his comeback. And for me?

(Azumi has to think a bit as it goes silent before she speaks.)

Well, I’ve said it multiple times since qualifying for Ascension To The Heavens and this is my chance to return back to the top of the mountain. That’s what Ascension To The Heavens means to me, I spent this past season away from the ring for the first half of the season and when I did return, it hasn’t been as great as I would have liked. I wasn’t able to reclaim my Women’s Championship after trying so hard at Hardcore Havoc, I lost to Stephanie but I have the best way to end it. All of that I have said just now isn’t bullshit as Bishop thinks. People think this is something I say is just a part of some act and scam, this isn’t that. I guess some just can’t accept the concept of actually being a good person.

This is my honest truth and I’m walking into this match on Atlantis and getting some measure of revenge against Havoc regardless of the result, this is a sneak preview for Final Destination, four hungry competitors duking it out with the only difference is that the instead of being 'sent to hell' as Havoc wants, I’ll be ascending to the heavens with a briefcase in my hand!

(The video ends with the camera fading and the final shot of Azumi still seated in her office chair.)

Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 4:17 pm by Blake Cassidy

CRASH Plates of food clatter to the floor, bits and pieces of scattered around. Blake slowly paces around a dimly lit locker room. He stops in front of a mirror, taking a second to push his hair out of his face before turning back around and picking a small decorated pebble from his duffel bag in the middle of the room. He turns it around in his fingers, feeling the smooth surface for a few seconds then looks up to the mirror, a toothy smile forming on his face. He launches the rock at the mirror and it shatters immediately and a angry glare graces his face just as the glass reaches the floor.

A sudden knock draws him back from his thoughts and a short dark haired woman slowly cracks open the door. She peeks her head in.

“Mr. Cassidy, are you ok? I heard a noise and-”

Startled by the display of food and glass over the floor, she stops mid sentence, her eyes forming wide circles as she looks up at Blake. Once again a big smile forms upon Blake’s face as he walks over to the door and beckons the young woman into the room.

Blake: "Sorry about the mess, i got a little too excited. I'll get it though."

He bends down to pick up the small pebble, placing it back into his duffel bag.

Woman: "Oh okay, i just came to let you know you're about to go on."

The woman returns Blake's smile and leaves the room, closing the door behind herself. Blake takes a deep breath, counting to 10 and then letting it out. He then hurriedly leaves the room and makes his way down the hall.

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Blake enters a small but well furnished room, lit by nothing but a small tablelamp sitting upon an inn table. He takes a sit on a coffee table centered in the middle of the room and looks into he camera placed directly in front of the table. He takes a moment to collect himself before speaking.

"Hello OWA family! I'm sure y'all tuned into my first match here..." He looks away from the camera, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. "I've failed y'all" He pauses and turns back towards the camera, a wave a sadness appearing onto his face. "I know y'all looked up to me...all the self titled and rightfully so, losers in the crowd, the disgusting feeling y'all feel for yourselves every moment of you're life is how I feel right now." Blake slowly nods, placing his hand over his heart. "I know, I know. Y'all expected better from me and I damn well expected better from myself. However, this is just a minor detour in the long road to a long lasting career! I know in my mind I will overcome it."

Blake is silent for a few seconds, lowering his head and staring at the ground. "I'll take this loss..." He slowly raises his head so he's facing the camera again. "and learn from it, become better, this loss only fuels my desire...my desire to plow through anyone who's ever said I couldn't do it. Something some of y'all don't have the courage nor the drive to accomplish. No worries though, I'm here now and now that i'm here, your lives will have no where else to go but up! This I promi-"

The door forcefully swings open and the same dark haired women enters the room holding some papers in hand

"Mr. Cassidy are you almost done? You're needed again."

Blake slowly turns to face her, glaring daggers her way, "No...no I'm not." He stands to his feet taking in a breath before continuing. "You know, I'm getting real tired of seeing your face today."

Woman: "I'm so sorry, its just we're really beh-

Blake: "I DON'T CARE!"

He pushes the camera to the ground in his outburst. silence feels the room as the woman looks to the camera and right back to Blake as he clears his throat

Blake: "Sorry, I'm just a little stressed"

That familiar smile places itself upon his face as he quickly beckons the woman out of the room and shuts the door behind her. He swiftly picks up the camera and faces it towards himself.
"I am so sorry about that y'all, just a little technical difficulty. Now as I was saying...as long as you look to me as your inspiration, your lives will never be the same." he gives a small thumbs up to the camera and shuts it off with a click.

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Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 3:08 pm by **Holden Tudics**

Olympus Promo 2: Down n' Out In The Middle Of Nowhere

(The camera opens in the alleyway previously inhabited by the Derelict, which now seemingly stands vacant and strewn with trash from one of the nearby upturned dumpsters. Everything seems fairly lifeless until...)

"Oh my fucking head..."

(The camera swings around to find a nearby alleyway door kicked in. The cameraman curiously dips inside, scanning what appears to be a deserted soup kitchen.)

"Ugh...Jesus!"

(The camera follows the gurgled cries of pain until it's in the soup kitchen mess hall where Derelict's huge body lays sprawled across one of the tables, a bag of frozen dumplings compressing his head.)

"A man goes on one bender after losing his championship and suddenly he's an alcoholic? What a world of moral standards we live in. I didn't know Jacob Knight was a teetotaler. It wouldn't surprise me though. Any dickhead who'd give himself the nickname 'headstrong' would have to be under the delusional mindset of a teenage boy who thinks passing D.A.R.E. makes him an authority on the matter. This kid though...not sure what's hurting my head worse; the hangover or his incessant ass kissing. Truth be told kid, I don't stand for shit. I don't have a moral code, an agenda, or some beef with a politician just because he tried to clean up a state that I don't inhabit. Kids are like you these days though, aren't they? full of piss and vinegar, willing to die over the words of others instead of actually saying something themselves. I don't get it...well, I do get it, but I don't understand it. Guys like you call people sheeple, throw the status quo under the bus for being easily misled, and you don't even see the puppet strings affixed to your own hands and feet. I'm not here to talk politics, religion, or love though. I don't believe in any of that. You'll find that I'm not a man of many 'ism's'. All I care about is me."

(With a pained sounding hem and haw, Derelict sits up off the table with all of the speed of a slasher movie serial killer with none of the menace. His bones crack and pop with every moment, and his breathing stifles with silent grunts of pain with every inch of moment until he's finally upright and planting his feet on the ground while sitting on the table's edge)

"That should be fair warning to you to watch your tongue about certain combatants when I'm singing their praises, even in a backhanded manner. You have a lot to learn. I don't plan on teaching you though. I'm not a teacher. The way I teach isn't allowed anymore. I beat little boy's asses and send them home to their mommies. You'll be no different you shitty little cause head. Nobody ever changed the world. If they had, I wouldn't be a homeless man moving town to town putting men in hospitals or, for the lucky few, out of their misery. I honestly don't know why I'm even remotely worked up about you calling out Kevin Maverick. Talk shit about him. Do it to his face. He'll deal with you, that is if there's anything left when I'm done with you. My respect doesn't come easily kid. Right now you don't have it, and I doubt you will in the foreseeable future. Only two men have claimed victories over me in my eleven months here on the OWA roster. You wont be number three."

(The Derelict burps into his hand and smells his own breath. He winces at the stench as he begins to rise on his long stiff legs.)

"I don't give a shit about what you've earned, where you've been, who you've beaten, or how you got in this match with me. I couldn't care less what happens to you after this match either. Honestly I don't really care if I win so long as I get to beat the pulp out of you, but I feel like that wouldn't be enough. You've got the snotty, self-important attitude of someone whose had their ass kicked plenty. I think it would be more devastating to lay you down flat and pin your shoulders to the mat, or better yet make you verbally submit to my iron claw. Maybe I'll beat your ass so bad I that I can muster a standing 10 count. I didn't think anyone would make me give a damn about competitive sport in this promotion, but you've raised my ire more than anyone else has thus far in my stay here. You try and talk like you're anywhere near my level, like you'd dust Kevin Maverick, a man who beat me by my own terms. You act like you're hot shit because you think you've earned something so early in your OWA stay, but the truth of the matter is that you only earned yourself a trip to obscurity. It comes compliments with a bed and breakfast in the nearest local medical facility. 'You relate to me'. Pfft. You don't know what I'm about. You're like those freegan hipsters who come out in my world and try to live off of the trash that I wont eat. You know nothing of my world views, my experience, or my beliefs. You don't even seem to know how much danger you're in, and that's the fun part. Usually I like to break men's spirits and make them question their approach to life, but honestly? I don't think you're worth the trouble. Maybe it's the hangover stabbing me in my brain stem, or maybe it's the confident shit eating grin that you have on your face as you try and act 'woke', or maybe it's just me doing what I always do which is taking out my aggression toward your kind on men in the ring, but something about this match has motivated me more than any other match. I care about pinning you. I care about getting that clean victory. Maybe I just don't want to hear you bitch and make excuses when I beat you on my terms, but fucking hell kid you've inspired the old bastard to try and wrestle. Do you know how many men have tried to motivate me to do just that? I've been called some vile things in my day and I've laughed most of them off, but to be called on the same wavelength as you takes the fucking cake. You may as well have punched my mother."

(Derelict stretches as he heads toward the exit. He reaches the open door and winges as the sunlight hits his eyes. Like Nosferatu, he throws his hands over his face to guard him from the evil ray of sunshine threatening to aggravate his condition.)

"FUCK! This sunlight stands a better chance of laying me out than you do kid. I'll be ready for you though. I swigged a can of tomato soup and put on some wet socks. That should knock this hangover out before I make it to the arena. Plus, there's the walk to the arena that'll get me sobered up and ready. Hell, I'd be fine if I showed up with a little hair of the dog on my breath. I'm not sweating you, Jacob. I wish I were because it'd probably get some of this alcohol out of me through my pores, but I'm not. I'll see you there kid, and when I do I'll make sure to make your head feel like mine."

(Derelict stumbles into the alleyway and heads for the street. The beating down sun obscures the camera lens, as his hunched over shadow steps out into the new day.)

Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 9:16 am by **Christopher Sabertooth**

KARMA

For the past two weeks, I have been told that the events that followed at Kingdom was nothing but “Karma” coming back to haunt me. Azumi Goto and Jonetta Stone stepped into the ring and took matters into their own hands after what I did to them at Odyssey. So we’re even right? The score has been settled? NO. NO NO NO! I don’t think they realize who they are messing with. From what I remember, Jonetta Stone beat Azumi Goto in the middle of the ring, as everyone does, and THEN I fired the warning shot out of pity. I do pity these women like I pity Derelict and Jacob and even Bishop. I pity them for being in the wrong place at the wrong time! I don’t see any offenders here. All these competitors have fought their way into the limelight for an opportunity at immortality!-- BUT they happened to be in the way of MY movement. I gave them a chance to step away from all this by giving them a simple teaser of what’s to come at Final Destination. It only takes me SECONDS to turn a situation around and I will have PLENTY of time to torture these poor souls till I walk away with the Briefcase in hand and a shot at cementing my name and my movement in the annuls of wrestling history. After what happened with Sabertooth last year-- This is MY opportunity to right his wrongs. I need to educate the people about what’s wrong in this world and nobody fucking likes a guy who preaches. So I will teach them a lesson in a way that they will NEVER forget. FEAR.

They have every reason to be terrified. I am going to do bad… bad things to these people. Even death would sound like an easy way out. But Jonetta and Azumi committed the biggest mistake of their lives! You see, I wouldn’t be upset if they had tried to “knock me out” AFTER I was done dealing with Michael Bishop. I don’t deal with uncertainties... All they did was give Bishop a false hope that the match COULD have gone any way if it weren’t for the interruption. The same false hope that Jonetta and Azumi had when they thought they could leave a dent in my resolution by attacking us between our match. They didn’t fire back-- No! They started a war that they’re not ready to see through till the end. I showed them MERCY that night on Odyssey when I could have EASILY sent them to where I sent The Devil. To the fucking morgue! But I guess I didn’t make that clear enough. Azumi and Jonetta are CLEARLY still caught in their own bubble called Odyssey, thinking that they actually stand a chance against me. Their attack on Kingdom is a confirmation of their delusions…. Unfortunately for them, now I DO want their blood on my hands. I DO want to make them suffer more than anything else. And the management are STUPID enough to let a marquee matchup be jeopardized because Azumi and Jonetta might not make it to Final Destination.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves! Azumi Goto and Jonetta Stone are very capable competitors. My disregard for their well-being does not mean that I don’t appreciate their abilities in the ring. They are very talented-- It’s just not enough. Nothing is EVER enough against me. They can “knock me out” but the next moment I will be standing right back up, ready to cave their skull in. Azumi Goto calls herself the ACE of Odyssey. I am not sure if we’re watching the same show as her because Goto hasn’t done anything of notice in about a year. Azumi still keeps talking about her rivalry with April Song or Stephanie Matsuda…Or the one time she was Champion here in OWA. But just like everything else in her career, it’s all in the distant past. Heck, the champion before Azumi had to be stripped of her title just so Goto can get a decent shot at winning the damn thing. Azumi Goto may be a name to be reckoned with in the Joshi scene-- But this is the OWA. Nobody has or ever will give a fuck about Azumi Goto, even if the title is handed to her.

As for Jonetta? She finally decided that the Dollhouse royalty paychecks weren’t good enough for her and made a breakthrough as a singles wrestler. She is quite impressive in the ring, if I say so myself. She also carried the banner of the legendary J-Dynasty, who I am all too familiar with. It must be great to be a part of an already made legacy right? It must be easier getting into groups like The Dollhouse that very much operates on name value for brand expansion. Jonetta-- You are a specimen. But your talents in that ring PALE in comparison to my resolution-- my will-- my desire to see a CHANGE in the way this society works. NOTHING you will ever do will be equal to the struggle I had to go through to reach where I am at. NOTHING you do will ever be enough to put me down for good. Neither you or Azumi could ever beat Natalie Cage while I simply eradicated her brother, who was the fucking Devil, from existence. What the fuck can you do? I will tell you what you will do. You will walk out on Atlantis and look me in the eye-- And when you start fearing for your pathetic life, you will BEG me for forgiveness. You will BEG me to spare you once again… But this time, there will be NO second chances. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU ALL!

Ahem-- I’m sorry! I got carried away. As the face of a movement, it is my duty to be accepting of all. The only chance you have of walking out of Final Destination on your own two feet is if you stand next to me and take my hand… Then and ONLY THEN will I promise… THAT YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE! Azumi Goto! Jonetta Stone! Your fate was sealed the moment I was added to the Ladder Match for Final Destination. What will it be? Certain death or a shot at forgiveness? You did piss me off… So I can’t promise your safety, either way. See you in hell!

Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 7:50 am by Layne Kurobane

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For one fleeting moment, I thought about it.

I thought about the future, and what it would be like had our esteemed Omega Heavyweight Champion had said “Layne Kurobane” when choosing just who exactly would challenge him at Final Destination. For what feels like… Too long to remember… I’ve been here. Right here. Nowhere else. In this very spot you see me now. Standing here. Waiting. Fighting, but waiting all the same. Just waiting for my chance. An opportunity was all I wanted. This is the same spot that Scott Oasis left me in well over a year ago. And when I finally got that chance, and failed to capitalize on it, I told myself “I’ll be back”. But over 365 days have passed since then, and here I am. So for one fraction of a moment, I second guessed every decision I’ve made since that match and how it led me here. I thought about the irony that Scott Oasis, once again, ended up being the one to keep me right here and moving not one step further, even after all this time. I thought about perhaps if I hadn’t settled for pursuing the Television Championship; that maybe I should have been more aggressive in getting what I want, and what I want, and what I’ve always wanted, was to be the best. To be the World’s Champion means to be the best, period. It’s something I’ve desired more than anything else in my entire life since I first stepped foot in an OWA ring. But sometimes… Sometimes things just don’t work out that way. Sometimes it’s just not in the cards. Sometimes you take a road that didn’t pan out the way you’d hoped, and you’re left like this, reflecting on it all and questioning whether any of it was even worth it.

And it was.

Oh yes, it was worth it. Do I regret a single decision I’ve ever made here? Not a fucking chance. I could sit here and cry and scream and shout about the fact that Jeff X - for the second year in a row - has taken that spot from me. But you know what I’d rather do? I think I’d rather recognize that Jeff X has something in him that makes him better than me, and I have to bust my ass and work towards making it onto that same level and beyond. NOBODY is going to do it for me. NOBODY. I could have won the Clash of the Titans Match. I could have beaten Scott Oasis if I didn’t want to risk the fact that I’d still be standing here, licking my wounds for even one brief moment in time. It sure as shit isn’t defeat that leaves this bitter taste on my tongue… It’s allowing myself to feel like that at any moment in my entire life. I know what I am and where I come from. I know that no matter what gold I wear and people I beat, deep down I’m still a stray dog that has no business here! I didn’t belong here, and I certainly wasn’t supposed to make it even remotely as far as I am right now and win everything that I’ve accumulated over these past two years! I’m not supposed to be allowed to sit here and cry over what could have been, should have been, would have been!

But you can, Gareth. Cry your eyes out.

While you do that, I’m gonna go win this match for us and stand completely still here if that’s where it takes me. I don’t really give a shit what you do as long as you don’t get in my way. That moment of feeling sorry for myself was gone before I knew it, and it was more than I want to feel in an entire lifetime. I’m not going to dwell on what could have been. My mind isn’t on Bull. It’s not on Jeff X. It’s not on World Titles. It’s not even on you despite the words coming out of my mouth. Final Destination is standing RIGHT there in front of us, and neither you nor I have a match, let alone something of value to fight for. And maybe that eats away at you. Maybe it guts you to know that you’ve essentially been forgotten in the grand scheme of things the moment Bull told the world that he wouldn’t be facing either one of us. You go ahead and let it eat at you if that’s how you think. In fact, let it pick you apart like buzzards swarming what’s left of your carcass; what’s left of Gareth Cason: The man who was a World Champion, once upon a time. Final Destination is just a show. As far as I’m concerned, this IS my Final Destination. The two men standing in my way, Nobi and Teddy Mac - they ARE my fucking Final Destination. THIS is the biggest match of my life as far as I’m concerned, and if you’d rather be anywhere but here, then by all means, fuck off and take a nap or play on your phone - I don’t care what you do as long as you do it far away from me. But as for you, Nobi? Teddy? You don’t know how much I love this. You just don’t. I don’t think you could get it even if you tried. There is no future for me but the two of you. I don’t care if there’s a man in my corner waiting for a tag or if I’m coming at the both of you all on my own. I want this. I want it more than either one of you can possibly imagine. This is the spot I’ve been standing in for over a year, and I would sooner fucking win a World Championship from it and show the world it can be done than take even ONE STEP on an easier road that others have used and abused since life was first breathed into this company!

So give it to me, Nobi, Teddy - give me your everything and more. Give me your best. Give me the match of your lives. I haven’t been invited to prom, so I’m gonna dance with you right in front of it and show the entire world that it doesn’t matter what stage I perform on. It doesn’t matter who it is. I don’t need a World Championship being hung on a fishing line in front of my nose to keep me going. I don’t need to climb a ladder that’s designed for me to fall when I get close enough to taste what lies beyond but also high up enough to likely die on impact. I don’t want to leave this spot when it all comes down to it, boys. This is MY fucking spot. This is MY fucking hill to die on. Are you gonna be the ones to deal the deathblow? I doubt it. But feel free to give it your best shot, because I’ll be there on Olympus. I’ll be waiting. And I will give you everything I have left in my body, just like I always have and just like I always will. That’s what it means to go for broke, after all.

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Re: OWA Promos March 11th 2020, 6:54 am by **El Ironico**

Pet Sematary
(Close-up of a ringing diamante encrusted iPhone. The name “Leander” flashes across the screen as the “Rodeo” by Lil Nas X ringtone plays. A hairy arm with one purple-polised pinky nail raches out and grabs the phone. A hungover Harman Ardelean answers the call from the comfort of his luxury futon.)

Harman: Aye fuck off, I’m a asleep.

Leander: Harman, it’s Leander. I’m worried.

Harman: Please leave your message after the tone.

Leander: Harman, it’s fucking 3pm. You bleedin’ ponce, are you still fucking in bed?

Harman: I ‘AVEN’T EVEN BEEPED YET! Bloody Dosser... I wish I was still fucking, but I guess she got a cab.

Leander: What are you on about now?

Harman: A taxi, mate. It’s like a chauffeur for the plebs, innit.

Leander: That’s not what I... Forget it.

Harman: Nah Naah. I wanna talk about the cab.

Leander: You can fuck right off if you ain’t gonna take this seriously. I’m worried, Harman. I'm scared.

Harman: Well why didn’t you just say so, you silly willy? No shame in it. I was there too once when I was still in nappies. Go get you’self a night light, bwoi. They help.

Leander: Harman...

Harman: Lee mate, spit it out or left me drift off again.

Leander: ...I’m scared you’re in too deep, buddy.

Harman: Well that’s not fair. I was deep in something a couple of hours ago but she’s gone now.

Leander: No. No. I mean in OWA. This Jesus Christ shit. You know I’ll back you to win against any single man who meets you in that ring. But I’ve been to mass, pal. Father Ted said JC’s three lads in one. 3-on-1, Harman.

Harman: Sounds like my kind of partay.

Leander: Yeah? Well sounds a lot like what happened with McQueen and the DuBwois if you ask me. You were on fire that night. McQueen didn’t know what hit him. But you don’t win the numbers game on your lonesome. 3-on-1 is too much and that’s before we even get to his goons.

Harman: You’re just making it sound exciting now. Listen to my voice, Lee. Everything’s fine. Thank you for your concern but at the end of the day this is what being the Champ is all about. Everybody has their sights set on my back, that’s only natural. Now how can you expect me to turn around now, after how hard I’ve worked for this, and say that I don’t want to be the centre of attention anymore? Think a little, pal. You know me better than that I hope.

Leander: But...

Harman: No buts. It’s lonely at the top but I’m getting all of the company I need in the back of the van between rounds and that keeps me going. Even Raging Bull Lebowski’s got it into his head that you don’t need friends at the top. That’s why we’ve both held multiple OWA titles while the Father, The Son, and the Holy Ghost of Tommy Minge have achieved sweet F. A.

Leander: I know... I know... Just settle my nerves, ok. What if this JC is the real deal? He’s supposedly bringing an “undead’ Muhammad back from the grave to face you in a few days. UNDEAD, HARMAN! Call me fucking creeped, man.

Harman: Yeah Yeah. “Undead” Muhammad. Zombie fucking scrublord goonface. Have you even seen how Big Mo’s looking these days?

Leander: Fucking dead behind the eyes, brother. Horror show shit. Like they dragged his corpse backwards through TV “The Ring” style.

Harman: Yeah, mate. Fucking appalling. I’m used to leaving blokes half-dead at me feet but this time it looks like the job’s already been done for me.

Leander: Are you seriously not even a little freaked out here?

Harman: Listen, he was never half the fighter I am to begin with and I don’t think that’s changing now he’s got one foot in the grave. I don’t really understand why they dug him up to be honest. Just look at the poor sod. He’s missing a few steps. Something’s lost. Like a three-legged mutt or Gypsy without his caravan. A dope fiend without his crackhead strength. He was pretty scary when he went Total Jihad with a deathwish but side to him is well and truly dead now. You don’t see that?

Leander: I... I don’t know?

Harman: Sure you do. You know what I see? I’m not sure about all this Buttigieg talk but, straight from my crystal left nut, I see The Gypsy Kang channeling his inner “Handsy Uncle Joe” Biden as I lay hands all over this Mo while winning this primary with shocking ease.

Leander: That metaphor is... something.

Harman: Hey, I didn’t start it, but I’m sure as hell going to end it. Muhammad’s a shadow of his former self and he looks like all he wants to be buried again to rest in peace. Well I’ll happily bury his ass on Olympus. It’s just fucking sad to see a guy reduced to this. This is what happens to the followers of Christ. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, grey matter to melted Emmental. Can you believe what that guy said?

Leander: What? The Lil Nas X thing?

Harman: Nah, I fuck with that one. Nothing says Kang like working a bunch of rednecks into getting down to your innocent country rap bop before revealing it’s actually a gay anthem and “ride till I can’t no more” means something slightly different to what you were thinking. I’m the furthest thing from the gay that there is but even I gotta respect that hustle.

Leander: Um... Ok.

Harman: I mean the Prince shit. Like just because I wear purple and I got more personality than the rest of the roster put together, then that’s my pigeonhole. Like doesn’t he know who Gogol Bordello are? Does he even know what a Bordello is? As if I am anything like that midget. I’ve slept with WAY more women and there hasn’t been a significant other I can’t beat. If I’m the one who reminds him of Prince then he needs to kill himself... again... And then take a long hard look at his boss because if you ask me The Artist Formerly Known As Jesus H. Christ looks more like the second coming of that skinny muthafucka with the high voice than I ever imagined of the messiah at the end of days. Not that I’m judging. If I had to choose between getting my sermon from Nico Borg or The High Priest of Pop I’m going for the latter. They might both be bible thumping loons but at least one can sing and dance while we’re at it.

Leander: I don’t really understand your point anymore, maybe I should call back when you’re sober.

Harman: Listen. All I’m saying is that if homebwoi’s “disciples” were as long lasting as his perm then I’d be worried. But seeing as Tommy Minge is being carried around in jar and Muhammad ain’t exactly looking fine as Lazarus right now, I guess JC’s rusty. Comes with the territory, I guess. Comes with age. When you’ve been out of the game for nearly 2000 years you never are gonna comeback as strong as you remember. That’s how it is, Lee. JC and his Bwois only get worse with time, but I’m just hitting my stride as Champion. Nothing can stop the Kang. And certainly not the bloated corpse they are throwing in front of me this week. Now if that’s all... I would really like to get back to my futon.

（Harman hangs up and goes back to sleep).

Re: OWA Promos March 10th 2020, 7:31 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

Gather around, but don’t get too close, not even in your imagination. Let’s talk about the faux. Oh, you knuckle draggers know exactly what I mean! The counterfeit? ….I believe some of you prefer the term “pretender?” The lesser of you are accustomed to “poser”, “wannabe”, and since these days you talk about what’s cap and wasn’t it, I assume you might even use the saying “capper.” Whatever the lingo, I hate the faux. As a fanatic of exotic furs and ivory, as someone who hunts for most of what she wears and sells, I truly detest these weak-willed prissy con artists that not only steal our fashion and don’t have the courage to catch their own game, but also by nature steal money from out of the fur trade community with their cheap imitations! You, people, hate those that pretend to be from “hard” famous cities, “gamer girls”, or insert any common trendy unlikeable faker to despise, so you know that feeling I get. I’ve never seen nor met a truth-teller that had to parade around the fact that they told the truth.

When a man needs an entire opener to tell you how much of a truth-teller he is, you know he’s about to start spreading lies real soon after he’s done his intro spiel. Truth tellers tend to know the world is filled with any great number of liars, they know deceit comes in so many forms that there’s no point in trying to reassure people how truthful they are, they just say what they have to say, with their only backing being facts and a history where people trust their word.

That’s why I knew what was coming as soon as you finished your realist "truthsayer" act, Bishop. Even though I feel like you and I are one of the rare people that know what it means to be an athlete outside of only pro wrestling, with me in hockey and you in MMA, I knew you’d go and be a faux little cur. I want to like you Bishop, but I won’t allow you to smear me, nor even my tag team partner. Maybe it’s a tag team muscle memory, but I can get a tad bit territorial and possessive of my partners.

Of course, I know my history, I was trained in the wrestling school ran by a talent agency whose backyard was where most of you people made names for yourselves. You’ll talk down to Azumi for having a hard four years in a part of her career like you’re any better? I can’t believe I’ll defend this pesky little runt…. What is the world coming to? Azumi was a talent people could look up to, not me of course, but when trainees were watching our elder J-Dynasty members do their business, some of my classmates would gravitate to the story of Azumi Goto. The ultimate feel-good underdog, the woman who had to put up with so many personal slights from a management that just didn’t give a damn about her compared to their favourites. Goodness gracious, she was a foreigner who came to this country and put in the hard work to learn the damn language! Azumi has her many faults, and her ceiling is much lower than mine, but she was an unsung hero! And the unsung got OWA to sing her praises after all was said and done. Azumi is a respected figure in this sport! She’s the type of talent that can cause an entire Joshi wrestling company to follow her! I’m not one with you OWA ants, but I observe well enough to see how many ants see her as a leader and they even eat up her forever feuds with Cloud and April Song, which make my eyes roll. How about you, Bishop? Yeah sure, you had some minor league title reign no one cared about, back in the day, but no one flocks to your legend out of respect or admiration. The best you can do is be a trainer, which is impressive until you realize that your friends with the founder of the company and yet that’s the best job they could get you despite your background. While I debuted in this company as an OWA champion before I ever wrestled a match, because everyone knew what kind of star I would be! You’re someone who despite having all the tools of being a great fighter just never made it in this business, which is why you have to say things like “I busted my ass for 600 days to have a match with Havoc” when you cry about something Azumi and I would have thought was just another night. I don’t care how big of a misogynist you think you are, I’m a woman who hunted, played hockey, and trained with boys all my life so I’ve heard it all, but like all the other OWA rats you better bow your head when you’re in the presence of Azumi, just like the rest of em!

Azumi will say it was karma. Azumi might even find it unfortunate that poor Bishop had to be caught in the crossfire, whatever remorseful acknowledgement that helps her sleep at night. But not me. I don’t believe in karma, and I sure as hell don’t care if there are civilian casualties when I wage war. Havoc, you started something you couldn’t finish. The lives of my fellow Odyssey peers mattering barely registers to me, so just imagine how much of a third world country Kingdom and Olympus must be in my eyes! I was like America looking for a terrorist in the middle east, Bishop being anywhere near your terror cell ass meant he had no prayer of getting out of Kingdom unharmed after you touched my ivory ass. When I talked to Bishop, I didn’t even bother addressing his anger or grant him the dignity of making an excuse for the attack, because it is such a natural fact that I have the right to hurt whoever I want. From your glasshouse, you threw a freaking pebble at me, so I came into town with a boulder to shatter your entire world and anyone in it! That’s what it was. Doesn’t matter right or wrong, those with power impose themselves. Doesn’t matter by hook or by crook, I knocked the both of you out! I’ll do it again! It’s tedious, but a well-mannered lady goes to the cleaners as often as the dirt and wrinkles call for it, and makes sure the unruly get hung up and starched.

Slaying a "Dragon" March 10th 2020, 5:22 pm by **JacobKnight**

We open on a black and white replay of Donny Diamond announcing the two representatives from Olympus who will be competing in the Ascension to the Heavens match at Final Destination.

Donny Diamond: "After everything I have seen so far, I have chosen two very capable wrestlers that I know will carry the Olympus brand proudly and bring back the Briefcase just like last year... JACOB KNIGHT WILL BE A PART OF THE ASCENSION TO THE HEAVENS LADDER MATCH!"

We then cuts to highlights from Jacob's debut match against Jahseh Jett and Blake Cassidy, ending with him pinning the former of the two, having his hand raised by the refs, and him standing with a grin on his face on the stage.

Donny Diamond: "That’s good! But who is the other competitor? You know, I thought about it for a good while. Over the past few months, it is hard to name a person who has had a better run on Olympus than the competitor I am about to name. This person has fought the best of the best and walked out as the victor. This person has had a SUCCESSFUL title run for almost the entirety of 2019. Heck, he beat the Omega Heavyweight Champion in the middle of the ring. Of course, I am talking about the second representative from Olympus, former OWA Openweight Champion… THE. DEEEREEELICCT!!!!!"

Derelict walks out and stares down Jacob on the stage, the camera angled so that the Final Destination sign hangs in the background as Jacob starts mouthing off to his larger opponent before we cut to black.

We open back up on a shot of Jacob Knight sitting on the Red Steps of Times Square in New York City, his head hanging while city life goes on around him. Young tourists sit and take selfies, a man lays across one of the steps as he stares into the sky above, costumed panhandlers walk across the front trying to find someone to take a picture with, and the city's residents move at a fast pace, taking this tourist trap for granted as they hurry to their next location. As the camera moves in closer and music starts to play, we get a voice-over from a wrestling news announcer.

Announcer (V/O): "Breaking news, OWA faithful. In preparation for the Ascension to the Heavens match at Final Destination, Donny Diamond has announced that on Olympus, it's going to be Jacob Knight against the former OWA Openweight Champion, The Derelict. Now, you have to wonder, what's going through the mind of wrestling's self-proclaimed Knight in Shining Armor?"

As it ends, Jacob raises his head, his eyes looking into the camera as he begins to speak.

"Y'know, it's not every day that you are given a chance to wrestle a legitimate vagabond. but I guess that's business here on Olympus. After proving myself a worthy contender against Jett and Cassidy, management decided to put you in my path to Final Destination, Derelict. The big, bad, alcoholic former champion who thinks that I'm trying to purge him from the company as if I think that he is a cancer to this company. In reality, Derelict, that's so far from the truth."

As he speaks about Derelict, the screen cuts to footage of the man in his latest promo stumbling around. ranting, and vomiting onto the camera before cutting back to Jacob.

"If you're looking for who's trying to get rid of you, perhaps you should look up at the top of the pecking order here in OWA. The executives who thought during your match with Baba Yaga it was an appropriate time to promote an ad for a disgusting and bigoted oligarch's failed attempt at buying a presidential nomination. A vile man who made the lives of homeless people like yourself Hell here in New York City and who would, without any doubt in my mind, do nothing to improve the situation nationwide. But the higher-ups here in OWA don't care about any of that, they have his interests in mind and his dirty money lining their pockets. What does that say about their respect or care for you, someone who used to carry one of their championships?"

We cut to footage of the campaign ad with audio clips of the commentary team overlapping before returning to Jacob.
Mark Stephens: "Why is a Mike Bloomberg ad playing in the middle of a match? Has Oasis decided to give his endorsement?"
Giovante Reese: "Don’t question it, Mark. That ad is probably worth more than our entire quarterly gate revenue."

"As for me? I think you have earned your spot here. If this were any other circumstance, I'd likely stand with you in solidarity because our bosses have failed to do anything to help you get back on your feet! Hell, I think you do more to stand up against injustice and inequality than some of the other people in this industry claim to. Because you... you actually stand for something! I can only imagine the pain you've gone through in your life as a wanderer with no real place to call home and for that I'm sorry.
Yet, my opponent on Olympus this week isn't the management of OWA, it isn't Mike Bloomberg... it's you."

The words leave his lips with a sound of, one would argue, regret at the situation. In his eyes one could sense remorse for having to go against the man, someone he'd likely call a comrade. He lets out a sigh before continuing, but the tone in his voice changes to one of anger and disgust.

"And despite saying you don't want to talk down to a young guy like me..." a scoff escapes his lips, "you compare me to the Jake Paul of OWA, Kevin Maverick, and that is something that I can not tolerate!

We get a short series of clips of Kevin Maverick from last Olympus, including him in his ring attire during his entrance with Nathan Fiora and him holding John Doe hostage.

"A man who stands for nothing and regularly embarrasses this brand every time he and his buddy Nathan step into that ring! If that piece of shit is your benchmark - your standard-bearer for what it takes to beat you - well, then our match shouldn't be an issue. You may be taller, you may be heavier, you may hit harder, but your glaring flaw is that you greatly underestimate my abilities. The reason why I am 'Headstrong' is because I never back down from a challenge and I refuse to go out quietly. That's how I've been able to beat guys like Devon Slayton and Graham Baker, guys much more talented than the fucking embarrassment who took your championship. So on Friday, I'm not going to meet you in that ring to show you how to wrestle like we're at some training school. Instead, I'll be ready for something more your style; I'm going to be standing in that ring prepared for a fight, one that I intend to win to prove you and my doubters wrong. And before I go, I just hope that our fellow competitors in the Ascension to the Heavens match who may underestimate me are watching. Because once I slay this 'dragon,' I'll be coming for all of your heads AND the Number One Contender spot. Because I am the Knight in Shining Armor this company needs."

Re: OWA Promos March 10th 2020, 3:30 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

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The Alyssa Grace Chronicles, Season One.
EPISODE FOUR: THE FINAL COUNTDOWN.
ODYSSEY PROMO NUMBER ONE.

Alyssa Grace & April Song. vs Roni Ozborn. & La Llorona. // Word Count: 1,361.

Once it was announced that I'd be getting an opportunity at the Goddess' title, I was ecstatic, since then reality has kicked in a little and I am fucking stoked. With the odds stacked against me, with a twenty five percent chance of winning, I am buzzing. Sounds crazy right? But hear me out. When I go up against champions and former champions, I shine the brightest. Maybe it's because they understand the trails and tribulations required to get to the top spot after starting from the absolute bottom, they understand that on any given night they need to always be at the top of their game otherwise someone may swoop in and take everything away from them. I have faced insurmountable odds time and time again and in victory or defeat, in my eyes I still end up on top. Why? Because I know on every given night, win or lose, I have given absolutely everything that I had to give. Final Destination cannot come any sooner, but before that, there's a bridge I have to cross first. A tag match. Based off last week? Yikes, not looking too good for me here. Based off my partner this week? Double yikes, I have to team with the woman I want to dethrone. Ah fuck. I got no satisfaction from the actions that transpired last week, there was no satisfaction in putting my best foot forward and coming up short but regardless, I gave everything I could. In fact, perhaps last week was exactly what I needed. I needed a reason to completely discard my good nature, I'm not the type to make my business personal, there's a difference between the two and I'm not the type to go apeshit on someone unless they absolutely deserve it and collectively Roni and Llorona deserve one hell of a beating. So really, thank you for giving me justification to disregard your safety once and for all. You will live to regret your decisions.

It is amazing how everything comes around full circle, what started off as a number one contender's match between Llorona and I has bloomed into something much uglier thanks to you Roni. We all have our moments of insanity and we all have our moments of defeat where we question our very existence, it is how we choose to move forward that truly defines us. I called what you did greedy and wrong because it is, at the end of the day your inability to let go of the past has poisoned you, you're a shadow of the competitor you used to be and I believe that's what you hate, you hate that much more than you hate me. Your disdain towards me spews from the fact that I am everything you couldn't be. Beloved by the masses, respected by friends and foes alike, I am the future of this company, of this business and when things don't go my way, I don't take it out on other's, I accept my own imperfections and fix them by mastering my craft even further. You had to stoop to your current level to get a reaction and whilst desperate times call for desperate measures, I just pity you at this point. I don't take your harsh words to heart and whilst you and I are similar, we're very different and I'd rather die in that ring than be whatever the fuck you are these days. I am not simply the girl with orange hair who spills her thoughts onto paper, I'm a more complex individual than that, I sense you rolling your eyes but that's the truth. A scouting match? Really? You, I, April and Llorona are all in different stages in our careers and our intentions for this match may differ, but for you to completely degrade what you're walking into and brush it off like it's nothing will come back to bite you in the ass, that's a promise from April and I. Sure, to most this is just a teaser of the inevitable storm that's coming our way at Final Destination, but you should have done your scouting by now. There's no unfinished business with you and April, your chapter was finished a long time ago and whilst I understand that you weren't a fan of the outcome, you won't be able to change it. Not now, not tomorrow, not at Final Destination, not ever.

On the topic of things that are never ending, Llorona, look what the cat dragged in. Did you know that every hero has a desire to crow and that every villain likes to gloat? If a hero is not going about all the good they have achieved through impeccable means, some villain is exploiting their plans to be the victor in need to feel on top. Everyone likes to use their words these days publicly to exhibit their superiority but once again, you are a step different, aren't you? I am usually able to work most of my opponents out through the arrogance of their words but with you, I have to trace your actions, you're pretty unpredictable, one week you're respecting me and being somewhat nice and the next you're punching me in the face with brass knuckles. It's getting tiring keeping up with your shenanigans. I was not expecting you to cost Dulce and I our match last week, but the fact it took a foreign object to keep me down for three seconds speaks volumes and as much as it hurt, now what I am relying on is maternal human extinct to exploit revenge and strike back when you least expect it. We are on equal grounds now because like you, I have absolutely nothing else to lose at this point and everything to gain. I will not play to your game. My career has been forsaken by a good lot of people but at the end of the day, I have made it here and with the kind of mental state I am in this time around, I can promise you that I will end up besting you by the end of the day. Just like I did on my first day here. You and I have been creating our own little feud but now this more than just a competition, your identity from this weekend on will forever rest as the entity that dropped to me, I don't want to wait until Final Destination so I won't wait. That much is true.

Back home we have this delightful little saying that is certainly applicable to you two ladies:
You chat shit, you get banged.

Now last, but certainly not least, April. Let me make something clear, I know I can be a lippy little bitch every now and then, in fact I quite enjoy running my mouth, even when it comes with a small price to pay because then people are left with the impression that I'm just mouth and then after they've conceived their opinions of me, I strike and prove them wrong. It's rather amusing to me. I won't apologise for being bold and introducing myself to you in the way I did, I will not apologise for claiming to be the one responsible for you losing your title because I still stand by that statement. I still will be putting in everything necessary to turn my statement into the truth, whether you like that or not. However, I also still stand by the statement that I respect the hell out of you and I can happily work alongside you for one night and then work against you the next. Final Destination is going to be absolutely huge for the both of us and we both have differing ideas on how that night will perfectly, but this week, right now we have the same motivation, same objective: to put on a killer match and to shut two no good, son of a gun's up. Am I right or am I right? It'll be an honour to kick ass with you and then it'll be an honour to kick your ass at Final Destination.

I'll see you soon.

Re: OWA Promos March 10th 2020, 10:42 am by MavericksINC

(The familiar yet faint beat of a classic Queen song can be heard as the screen come to life and we see Devon Slayton, dressed rather respectfully in a pair of black jeans and a rich dark purple dress shirt which is unbuttoned to show off his abs, chuckling slightly as he runs a hand over his mostly shaven head)

Devon: Luchas de apuestas...matches with wagers. Just one more way of the world showing that everything has a cost.

Take me for instance, for those of you recall my first arriving here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance that I had hair and a beard but fairly recently I had neither and that's because in another promotion, I had put them up for grabs against an opponent and it cost me.

(Devon stops chuckling and looks at the camera)

Devon: You see we all pay for something in our lives and sometimes we pay less... sometimes we pay more. Take me for instance, do you really think the loss of the hair on my head kept me from bloodying my opponent in question?

*NO*!!

No and people don't seem to understand that about me, Blake. They think that I'm crazy or that I have some kind of anger issue or something that the front office pretty much has me going to see a freaking shrink or something...it doesn't matter to me because it's just one more step back in the right direction for me.

(Devon takes a moment to take a breath and leans back in his chair, still looking right at the camera as he does so)

Devon:
Maybe I am missing that one final screw.

Maybe I am one card short of a full deck.

Maybe I am not quite the shilling.

Maybe I am one wave short of a shipwreck..

and maybe, just fucking *MAYBE*...I'm not my usual top-billing.

But does that honestly take away from my ability in the ring? Does that mean that I'm any LESS dangerous or is it only a sane person that would be willing to throw themselves head first into the kinds of matches that I do or to take the kinds of chances that I take each and every time that I step into that ring?

No, I don’t think it really doesn’t.

You see some of the front office and a lot of the guys in the back and everyone of the fans right now think that I'm greedy.

(Devon shakes his head slowly)

Devon:
No I'm not and you see greed is a strange, strange sin.

Al you want to do is acquire. Acquire money, acquire material, acquire time, acquire energy, acquire attention. The running mantra is "I want, I want, I want" but that quickly turns to "I need, I need, I need."

You see I'm not a greedy person like say Tarah Nova, a woman who feels that just because she's done one or two things that makes her the greatest in the world when she isn't.

No, people like *HER* are the biggest and most prime example of people and their avarice here in this company.

(Devon stops and runs a hand over his head once, his head twitching hard as he does so)

Devon:
There is not a singular person in this entire promotion that can deny the fact that I don’t bust my ass each and every single match that I’m signed to. Even when I lose a match, I still have put every ounce of my fucking energy into those matches because I don’t do thinks half assed and I most certainly don’t broadway anything in that ring!!

This Friday on Olympus however, ooohhhh Blake. The things that I have in store for you my young friend…

You have the most unfortunate timing of being my next opponent, Blake. I see that bright and cheery smile, that hopeful gleam in your eyes….and it just makes me so fucking sick.

But you see now we have looped back to my original thought...what are you willing to wager, what are you willing to do in order to make your dreams of being a wrestler in this promotion come to fruition? Despite what people may think they know about me...they really don't know the depths that I will and have gone to for my dreams.

But as for your...dreams....

At Olympus, I’m going to take all of your dreams and cast them asunder…. I’m going to rip your wings from you, little Icarus, and toss you into the boiling sea as it is the most kind thing that I can do to you, Blake.

(A rather sadistic look smile then crosses Devon’s face)

Devon:
Cheers!

(The screen fades to black)

Re: OWA Promos March 9th 2020, 5:59 pm by Guest

It has come to this, hasn’t it? The final match before all four of us meet is a tag match. Ironic don’t you think? The last time April and I were in a tag match we were on the same team, but now we are on the opposite sides. Hell, her and I even got an award for that match and we worked well with each other, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter. None of it really fucking matters. Even the others in the match, Grace and La Llorona, don’t matter, and I even say that as I am teaming with La Llorona. There is only one thing that does matter in this match, and that is simply me pinning April for the win. That is the only thing that matters, and sure it won’t get me the belt or even break our tie because remember she never pinned me and I lost my belt to her. Also, if I hear one more fucking person say, “But Roni you lost the belt to April at Hardocre Havoc blah blah.” I am going to beat the living hell out of them because I must repeat this for some people, like you Grace, I never and I mean never fucking lost to her. So I am allowed to challenge for the belt again no matter who disagrees with it.

I won’t talk about April a whole lot as there is nothing new to say about that I haven’t already said before though I will say I do hope she has her Swan Song picked out when I dethrone her as champion at the biggest event of OWA. I will say I got a kick out of you little hurrah and everything that said about me, so keep that spirit because it isn’t going to last long. Oh, and April please don’t feel bad when you do lose to me because at least you would lose to a worthy opponent instead of a joke like you did in the other company you wrestle in.

Alyssa, let me one thing straight I hate you, and by hate I really mean I despise you. You are everything I once was and it is just fucking sickening. Just everything about you sickens me to no end, and you had the fucking audacity to call my return and “interference” greedy. Who the fuck are you to judge what is greedy and what isn’t? What you call “greedy” I would call it taking business because April and I have unfinished business and personally speaking you nor my tag partner for this match has any right to be challenging for the Goddesses Belt like I do. Here is a news flash Alyssa, a former champion is always owed a rematch because there is this thing called a Rematch Clause, which is something you will never and I fucking mean never will get.

Llorona, I am going to be upfront at first I hated you and couldn’t stand you, but now I kind of get you. I am still not a fan nor do I really like you, but I get it. Though before I say anymore I will say your “name” La Llorona is interesting. You share the same name of Latin American Folk Monster, who killed her own child and now roams looking for children to call her own...pretty interesting name choice. Anyways back to my point, I somewhat get you. You and I are similar as we come from a bad background and can be seen as scum of the city or Earth, whichever you prefer. We both had to fight for what we want and want in life and even when we did have it we still had to fight. I could go on, but then I would end up repeating myself and to be frank I hate that shit.

So I will let it be known, this match really means to me if anything it is just a simple scouting match so I can see who and what I will be up against at Final Destination II. I am also not counting on Llorona to have my back because why would she as all of us have one thing in mind, well three are the same and the other one is thinking whatever she wants to think about. So I shall end this with one simple statement...I will get back what I never lost.

Re: OWA Promos March 9th 2020, 2:46 pm by **Michael Bishop**

There’s one key thing about me that has separated me from the rest of the roster for years now. I’m what you call a realist, a truthsayer, a wordsmith who has the set of brass fucking balls to get on the mic, in my opponent’s face, and say the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the fucking truth. And that’s not some squared circle bullshit that everyone loves to say, when they spin small details or make believe angles in order to give their upcoming match some kind of edge-

Every jab, every verbal punch, every single fucking thing I say about my opponents can be backtracked to all the indie matches, backroom deals, dirty secrets they try to hide or gloss over, right down to their fucking wikipedia page. And it pisses everyone right the fuck off. I’m grounded in reality, it’s my shield, my conscious, my fucking being. Everyone wins, everyone loses, I win, I lose, by pinfall, knockout, and one day, by tapout.

Beat me once, good for you, you were the better man that day, see you next week....

Beat me twice, good for you, you were the better fighter....

Interrupt a 20 minute fucking war I had busted my ass for 600 fucking days to get to, slam my head into the ring post, and double foot stomp me while my back is fucking turned…. Be prepared to get your receipt via 10 callused knuckles ram straight through your god damn skull. That’s not a lie, that’s not a boast, that’s a god damn promise.

While we’re all about saying the truth, tell me Azumi, what did you promise the poor fucking girl to get her so hyped up to run into the ring, and piss off two fucking million dollar prize fighting killers? Was it the thrill of the rush, was it help in the ladder match that you’ll undoubtedly won’t back up, was it recognition to keep her from sandbagging on the lower card like you did for four years, and after your little minute and a half run with the gold, went right back to?

Don’t fucking bullshit me Goto, we all know why you did it. One year since all the simps hoping for the AcE oF OdYsSeY to rise up again, so you can try to revive that Azumi Goto fifteen seconds of fame. One and done, one shitbag reign that lasted barely a minute, pried off AARPril Song, barely able to beat the cans thrown at you to pad your little tenure, and then when you were beaten, rolled up, laid to rest people saw you for what you were; An unskilled, unmotivated waste of 20,000 dollars that Tressler wanted to buy out to hype up the women’s division in Season 1.

Guess we pissed you off, eh? Havoc having more championship titles than losses on your lopsided Pay Per View record. I come back, create more thunder in my five weeks back than the empress of the pink brand ever did. Put us two together and our singles match was more exciting, more attention drawing, and all around a better fight than any of the fucking 5 minute free tv shitshows you’ve managed to create in your near ten fucking years in the god damn sport.

You can try to bullshit the execs into getting a ladder match qualification, you can try to bullshit the fans at home, but you can’t bullshit me, and you can’t bullshit yourself. You can try to convince yourself you did the right thing, but you’ll never convince me. I say the truth every god damn day, so when I say payback for drop kicking into our match last sunday is gonna come VIA a long slog of you getting beaten down, buried, and absolutely fucking mauled, all the doubt will come crashing down just like you will onto your fucking neck. You know it's true. And you’ll know, I was right about you, and the kid.

Speaking of which, Jonetta Stone, $20,000 2 year throw away contract they picked up because they need a constant stream of journey-women to pad the women’s clash, will probably be released by the summer and disappear under the radar forever. I don’t take great pride in this, believe it or not I hold position as OWT’s head coach because I believe in the future of this sport. I don’t believe in breaking the necks of the future of our future, because I guess that doesn’t apply to you anymore kid after you decided to pop that cherry of yours when you helped drop that 130lber out of shape asian onto my fuckin’ chest. So now I get to hammer two parts anger, four parts good old humility into your fuckin’ skull guilt free.

“Boys who can't take a punch”, “Bravado”, “Cocky”, this coming from the little girl from canada, who instead of being a grown fucking adult and asked for her fight, decided to rain on the parade of people who actually fucking worked for theirs. Congratulations, “BeastSlayer”, it took you this long to get in the ring across from an actual competitor but it’s time for you to get sonned back to reality.

You say a lot of shit for someone who attacks people with their backs turned, a little fucking egostricken coward who’s now stuck across from us, face to face. No surprise attacks, no cheating, two on two, straight from the bell, and it’s gonna be a bloodbath. The only help you’ve got is a footnote champion who couldn’t hack it against the pintsized meth head sister of the gas masked wearing psycho of OWA. Hate to say it kid, but your gamble to make a name for yourself only ended you up stuck in a ring with two fucking lions.

There isn’t any bullshit here ladies, only the truth, only the reality. That reality is a lower card ace and a waste of a contract who should’ve gone through developmental where she would have been coached to grow pair, and a set of ethics, get dropped. On your heads, onto the mat, out of the OWA. Fuck with the bull, you get it’s horns, cross the two of us like you did, and on thursday, you’re getting run through a gauntlet and spat out on the other side of the arena when you get that release notice.

Chris and I have unfinished business, but unlike you girls, we’re both grown fucking men who know it’s time to put aside our difference and let loose the fury that was cut short on Kingdom. I’m bringing everything, and I know Chris will do the same.

Re: OWA Promos March 8th 2020, 4:52 pm by Rob

THE CREATOR . THE CREATOR . THE CREATOR . TGE CREATOR . THE CREATOR . THE CREATOR .

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THE CREATOR . THE CREATOR . THE CREATOR . THE CREATOR . THE CREATOR . THE CREATOR .

CHRISTIE 'CIRI' SKY

ASPIRE TO INSPIRE

MATCH PROMO: 001

versus TARAH NOVA at ATLANTIS

T H E R E' S A R E V O L U T I O N C O M I N G

ciri's voice,
voiceover,
- // scenery.

MARCH, 8TH, 2020 | UNKNOWN PLACE

She entered the unknown.. Despite considerable fights for her dreams, she did not give up. There are current many gods in this world that should be followed by an example. The greatest hope of Odyssey decided to break the chain and reach for something more... For a real war, which she tried to finally start... And she got it ... She got a war with her mentor to prove, that she is worth more, than some people think. Shs. Is. The. Creator. Of. Her. Own.

You can not burn her, because she is already on fire.

- // Currently the screen shows the ongoing battle of the gods. It is very even fight, after some time the gods finally collide with their fists and the screen goes out like an screen of old TV. Suddenly the screen turns on again and we see a scene with 6 Goddesses in a temple. One of them is transparent and is levitating. Most likely in front of them kneels their student. She have long, black hair. She has a band with green stone around her neck. In the end, each Goddess, says something and takes a step back and then disappears.

GODDESS OF DOMESTIC WARM: Remember. You are not always alone, you not only have a hope in yourself, but you also have it in others who appreciates you.

- // Goddess disappears.

GODDESS OF WAR: After each defeat, you must get up and move on, go even higher than you planned.

- // Goddess disappears.

GODDESS OF LIGHT: Some lights can be lying. The only trusted light, is you.

- // Levitating goddess disappears.

GODDESS OF FIRE: Light a fire, that no one can put out.

- // Goddess disappears.

GODDESS OF COURAGE: Put yourself in the greatest, nothing can break you. Nothing. No fear, and even more so, not the enemy.

- // Goddess disappears. The last goddess, however, takes a step forward and squats just in front of the student.

GODDESS OF GODS: To be someone like me, you must first defeat someone like me. Put together all the tips you heard from the rest and show the world that you can do everything what you want, you deserve it.

- // The Goddess moves away. The screen goes blank again. It turns out that the camera was recording the old TV screen in front of which Christie Sky sits, who was watching the battle with great concentration. Finally, Christie smiles a bit gently.

3 years... 3 long years, I have waited. I was waiting for this moment like this one, which will take place on March 12 at Atlantis. I will face my one of several mentors. Thanks to her I'm here and I'm not afraid to say it out loud. Also, I'm not afraid to say out loud that I'm proud to be one of her last rivals. But what would war be without a blood, hatred and nerves? You know Tarah, we will meet for the first time and it will probably be the last match like that in my career and yours. But.. Don't you think that you are too absorbed in your own worth? "I am the most talented woman living on this planet!", "I'm the first Lady of OWA!" "I'm officially the future OWA's Hall of Famer!" But you are still not sure if you will be a winner of our match on Atlantis. But keep on selling it to everyone because nobody will cares what you will say and you can't just accept it. I like you Nova, but.. You're already became exaggerated and boring. In this business people appear and disappear. Maybe it will give you some closure: no one is buying your charming talks anymore, which you are trying to sell as something completely new. Almost a year ago I appeared. A person who can duly replace you at your top "Olympus". You can simply be the best-memorized Alpha in OWA, but you will not be remembered as the largest OWA TRAILBLAZER. These two things do not necessarily have to combine. Although they can to penetrate, of course, do not get it that bad, pumpkin. I have respect for you, but in this business you have to fight on your own. For sure you are amazing talented, your success is enormous, so it will be a great success to beat you. A week ago, at Kingdom, Aria Jaxon defeated "one of OWA's best rising stars in current season" Arata Asakura. One of the veterans beat a newcomer. Huh. However, one thing bothers me. Everyone was wrong, because the biggest rising star of this season is me and I will prove it on Thursday when I will beat an veteran. I'm talking about you Nova, i want to beat you with a class and pride that Arata doesn't have enough to beat Aria. I will rebuild the good name of the new forces of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. I promise it.

I will defeat you by the weapon that you gave me. This is calling faith. Self-confidence, and power quote "if I only want, I can do everything". Considering that you are probably proud of learning from your mistakes, Ms. Triple Crown. Of course, at the beginning of this whole business it was very easy to get to the top, don't lie and don't say it wasn't. Now every new person must fight for his honor, for his name, so that people see the potential in someone, because many new people just gave up. But I am not that person, Tarah, I am not. I am someone who after each failure will get up and climb even higher. Aria Jaxon, Stephanie Matsuda, Azumi Goto were also newcomers, just like you. None of you gave up and thanks to that i am now in the place where you are. You Tarah will be soon in your desired place, named first Hall of Fame class in history, but before that, there is one more place that you have to pass. This is the Atlantis' ring.

When you reach the top, the fun begins. At the top of the mountain are the opportunities that you want, and if you're good, it's very easy to stay there. That is why it is considered a mountain. Climbing on it takes the most time. Many people climbed some peaks, but at that time it was called nothing more than a hill, and you and all those who were born in this business at that time were lucky to have left their mark here and there. Congratulations. Your task, Tarah, was simply. To knock people out, hoping someone would not drag you along. You knocked down these people in an unlimited numbers, until you reached for my hand. And now the question.. Who will fall? You? I? Together? I will not stop climbing.

I am ready.

You did everything to get to the top of this mountain, no matter what obstacles you had to deal with. As much as I love you in real life, in the ring you will be my target that I will have to destroy. However, I am not naive. I'm not even still that overhyped newcomer as i was at the beginning my journey. But will I stand on Atlantis and just take control over you? I will try to. I will not stop fighting for what I want and what I believe in. I also care about the honor of Odyssey. At Civil War, the Odyssey brand failed to other shows its greatness, but in our match at Atlantis Tarah.. There is a the woman who is Odyssey's greatest hope. I don't care about those three women on the Odyssey's pedestal anymore, while the rest of the women are struggling to get there. I do not care. I am someone who does not need great praise. I don't require people to bow before me. I will fight until the last thing what OWA's fans will see in our match, will be that, when i will I stand above you with my hand raised to the top. I have a desire to beat you, Tarah. I want to show my mentors that I will beat them by their own weapons. I am a conqueror, who fights for what she wants. I'm not waiting for what some people will give me.. I take what I want. It will be a perfect statement for the world, that if I will beat the most influential woman in this business; then I will be able to win Athena's Cup at Final Destination from Eris. It may sound pathetic Tarah, but i want to get to where I belong. Where I was supposed to belong three years ago! I never had the rights. I have never had such a position. I was rejected and now I will show everyone that they were very wrong. A similar aura has formed between us like David and Goliath's, by spirit, Tarah. Many people thinks that when we look in the mirror, we can see our reflections. You will se me, I will see you. This is kinda true. I am motivated to give myself everything because I have never had such a powerful rival in front of me. It's no secret that neither of us can develop a mental advantage this week. It just won't happen. Not in such a war. It all plays in all. We didn't have time to develop what should have happened between us long ago. There's a lot of confidence on my side, as usual. But your level of confidence is so confident that it borders on excessive confidence, because you were awarded Hall of Fame status. You haven't put your Hall of Fame laurel on your head yet, Tarah, you not. Sometimes, the pressure to prove that you are the best woman alive in the world can beat you, sister. Everyone is trying to prove that he is the best. But I can prove that I'm really better at the moment. The truth is that you have achieved great things in the past, it doesn't mean that you will do it now by beating me at Atlantis. These are your last days.. This does not mean that others cannot reach their own greatness. And this is part of what you stand for now. It's not really about protecting your size in this company, it's about finding ways to protect others from you.

This is the last bell to beat a top OWA's titan, named Tarah Nova. There are no tricks or games. No tips or tricks. It's pure war. This is a war to the fucking end. We will barely start it and we will have to finish it. At the end of it, everyone will somehow be able to rebuild. You will go to the top of the OWA's mountain, look down at the next successors, and I will go straight to Final Destination to get what is mine. I'm talking about Athena's Cup, and after that, i will be the next, most valuable Alpha in OWA's history. This is not my first war and I know damn it won't be my last war. I know what I can do, to win this match. Nobody wins the war by clean hands, even when fighting on the front lines. I am ready to do anything to win.

To sum up, if you accept your value, talents and strengths, it neutralizes itself. To evolve and raise my own consciousness, it's really a matter of determination and concentration to go beyond the norm. I'm not here just to compete, but to continue learning everything what I can with each new experience. Competition in business is a blessing, because without it we would not be motivated to improve our skills. We must be able to look back and become our greatest critic, all to become better later. Jealous, furious, bitter haters and selfish can rush upstairs as they want, but it's not a race, not for me. I enjoy this journey and get pleasure from moving at my own pace, thanks to which every new experience gives me knowledge to compete at an even higher level all the time. I am currently out of control over my emotions because I can't wait to finally face you Tarah; in the ring. I have lost a lot in my career and I have nothing to lose. But I have a lot to gain. Not only the victory over the legendary Tarah Nova, but also the winning of Athena's Cup at Final Destination, and i have to prove that i am the most valuable rising star of this season and in All OWA's history.

I need to make history.

I need to be remembered as a biggest surprise.

I want to be the Legend Slayer.

And i will be the winner this thursday at Atlantis.

Good luck, wolfie.

I love ya.

- // Screen buzz.

Re: OWA Promos March 6th 2020, 1:01 pm by **Holden Tudics**

Olympus Promo 1: Sleep Now In The Fire

[The camera opens in a dark alley where Derelict sits cross-legged between two dumpsters and stares stoically at the brick wall across from him with a zen like peace that he hasn't been afforded lately.]

"People scream for revolution, reform, and renaissance but they're not ready to suffer the dark ages that lead to such change. Every week I meet a new 'purist' looking to purge wrestling of 'my kind'. These men are threatened. They're afraid of what they don't understand, and therefore cannot defeat. It seems every week since I've been here in OWA, I've been attacked by the same man over and over again with the same puritanical message on his lips. It doesn't matter what you call them this week, be it Jake, Layne, Kevin, or Jacob. Inevitably you all meet the same end at my hand, be it in the form of a loss or via corruption. I make men like you like me, Jacob. You should know that from the offset. I'll make you desperate enough to where you'll have to do what I do of my own free volition to survive. Never mind winning. You think that's what this is all about, and that's your first mistake. Being the cream of the crop means nothing. The cream doesn't always rise. Winning isn't important, not when the cream boils down to tallow and all you have left is the waxy remains of the necessities to survive that you've neglected for oh so long and replaced with form and technique."

[The Derelict closes his eyes and begins stroking his mangy beard thoughtfully.]

"You're not the first man to receive this speech, Jacob. Of course, I'm not using the same words every time, but the message remains constant. You wont be the last white knight to come and try and purge me from this company either. I've scorched so many men's armor black, and until recently maintained my treasure in every war torn encounter. It stayed on my waist for so long, partially because I was made to sleep on it without anyone interrupting my slumber for so long. It was almost encrusted to my stomach, this meager treasure that meant nothing to me but something to rest easily upon. Now it's gone and I can't sleep without it digging into my underbelly. My nesting is incomplete without it. Maybe soon I'll get another shiny trinket to claim as my own, something to roost upon with indomitable ease. That's looking through you to the other side though, isn't it? No, I shall not make that mistake, now matter how Sisyphean my journey may be."

[The Derelict raises his massive arm and bends it around the dumpster's edge. After a momentary rustling, it returns with a half empty glass bottle of Night Train. Derelict impressively bites off the screw cap and takes a long draft of the poorly made wine. He finally and mercifully pulls the near completely drained bottle from his hungry lips and lets out an eloquent acid reflux belch that bounces off the walls of the alleyway as he wipes his lips dry with his hairy wrist.]

"Sorry, I get a bit philosophical when I'm shit faced. People get on to me for talking nonsense all the time when I'm sober, but what I say makes sense to me. Then again, I've met men like you before. The 'headstrong' type who couldn't spell their names if it weren't written on their gear. I hate to insult a stranger, but whenever I see you chivalrous Don Quixote types I start blowing hot air as a warning, just so you know you're running headlong into a battle with a windmill. Now, windmills don't move when you attack them. They don't feel contempt. They don't hold malice. Windmills just do what windmills do, which is mill wind. Somehow that's enough to knock the thick skulled, thick tongued, and just flat out thick among you on your ass. Why do you think that is? Since you're dumb, I'll tell you why; windmills don't want to wrestle. Windmills just want to be windmills. It being a windmill doesn't make it less than you. Quite the contrary, it serves a purpose far and beyond your own. When you try and obstruct it from doing what it does, it's just going to blow you over or knock you about with it's long gangly wind turbines. It's almost like there's nothing you can do to keep that windmill from milling wind, no matter if you approach it as a dragon or a free standing structure."

[Derelict gurgles up another drunken burp and tosses the Night Train back into the dumpster from whence it came. He then grabs the edges of the dumpsters on both sides of him and begins to staggeringly push himself off of the ground into a standing, near-upright position.]

"I'm not trying to talk down to you, kid. I get that shit all the time and it's fucked up. I'm just trying to make you understand what every incarnation of yourself that came before you failed to grasp until it was too late. I'm not a wrestler. I'm not looking to learn to be a wrestler. I don't want you to teach me how to wrestle, and you're not going to overtake me with your wrestling. I've got over half a foot on you in height and almost a full one hundred pounds on you in weight. That means I hit harder, throw farther, and can muscle or leverage out of any cockamamie submission or suplex you try and throw at me. I'm genetically superior in every way. It was born and bred into me to be better than you. The red in my beard comes from plunderers, pillagers, usurpers, and warriors. The blood in my veins ran through the bodies of men and women who ascended up the evolutionary ladder until they peaked at this final vision of human progress. My family crest reads 'adapt or perish'. I am the omega man, the one that survives with the cockroaches and thrives in chaos. I snap my fingers and men fall. I loose my jaw and foes final breath is engulfed in flames. Other crusaders like you have came to my end of the map before, only to find the warning of 'here be dragons' to be true. I am not going to wrestle you Jacob Knight. Get that through your hard head. Whatever treasure or notoriety you're looking for at the edge of the world is safely nestled under my laurels. I'm what's resting between you and your goal. You can try for it, and maybe you'll win, but it's all for naught in the end. I'll always be that blemish of soot on your chest plate, marking where your heart for this sport once resided. You can't just take from a dragon without losing something. You can't look into oblivion and expect to see hope and affirmation. You may come to slay me, or maybe try to reform me, but in the end it'll be me who changes you."

[Derelict slowly lifts his hands off of the dumpsters and tries to steady himself under his own fruition. After standing on his own accord momentarily, a cockiness spreads over his squinting and inebriated face as he straightens his collar and surveys his surrounding kingdom of filth.]

"But again, I've given this speech before. It wont change anything. You'll come at me with your 'technique' and 'style', only to find your attempts at felling me lacking in fruit. not unlike that horrendous grog I just poured down my throat. I tell ya somethin' though, it keeps me going. It takes the aches and pains away...makes me invincible and impervious to my enemies slings and arrows. It's all I have left to comfort me after losing my Openweight Championship. Sometimes I still look to see if it's hanging from a power line next to a pair of shoes in front of a crack house, or buried in a dumpster, and then I remember that asshole Kevin Maverick took it. Now him? he was capable of beating me in a wrestling match, but you're no Kevin Maverick. Who are you anyway? just another grapple monkey trying to give himself a reason to overcompensate for where he's lacking elsewhere in life."

[Derelict stretches his arms out in the air and lets out a groggy yawn. After smacking his lips together tiredly, he begins to try and walk but only his top half makes an attempt to move forward, sending him crashing face first into the cement floor of the alley. After a long pause of silence, he finally lets out a put upon sigh and arches his arms out to either side of him and pushes himself up on his hands and knees. Still despondently drunk, he glares down at his betraying legs and starts to crawl forward on his hands.]

"Damn legs must've fallen asleep while I was crossing them. No matter. I'm safe here, for this is my hollowed out kingdom in the side of a mountain called Olympus, and I am at home within it as a lowly worm for I am A DRAGON!"

[Derelicts voice echoes once more down the alleyway, exiting into the bustling streets where it disturbs a few perched birds on a nearby bus stop. The Derelict giddily giggles to himself in a disturbing baritone as he drags his body around the alleyway, whipping his legs into the dumpsters like a tail as he waggles around the trash strewn ground. Suddenly, self-consciousness screams from somewhere in the back of his tanked brain. He rolls over onto his back and sits up and stares into the camera with the stern, yet hurt, grimace of an angry child on the verge of tears.]

"Don't...don't you look down on me..."

[Derelict swats violently at the air in front of him, missing the camera by a good five feet despite his monstrous reach.]

"DON'T YOU LOOK DOWN ON ME!"

[Derelict arches his body up into a crab walk position and rushes the camera like a medieval battering ram. The camera man falls over, leaving the camera on it's side and zoomed in on the wall of a dumpster. A slow dragging is heard until finally the Derelict's crinkled and weathered hands come into frame, and soon after drag the Derelict's cold blue gaze into the shot.]

"You're all the same and you'll all die the same slow and painful death. My talons need a fresh coat of blood, so it might as well be yours Knight...pft...head strong. Let's test that theory."

[The Derelict projectile vomits directly into the camera's lens, obscuring it with his viscous and pulpy stomach bile. After a few audible ticks and a visible spark, the camera cuts to black.]

Re: OWA Promos March 6th 2020, 5:32 am by **The Udy**

“When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back at you”

(We see the chamber of Dr. Ryland but the chair is empty. The background has several photo frames with Scott Oasis’s being in the centre. “The Eclectic Spirit” version of Udy walks up and looks at the photo, smiles and then takes the chair)

Scott Oasis is the man. A world champion and a hall of famer on your own right. The very definition of greatness oozes from your very core and it’s a dream to be in the same ring across you. The very idea of “The Gatekeeper” versus……

(Udy scratches his head as if to think)

“The Gatecrasher” if you will! “The Iceman” will take on the fire of the “Inferno”. IT WILL BE AN EPIC.

(Udy now smiles and turns to take a sneak peek at Oasis’s picture on the wall)

This will be a match that will cross over hell and heaven man. The reality will blur because this will be the magnum opus of biblical proportion. A No DQ match with so called special opportunity does make this match have grand implications.

(Udy runs his hands over the stack of books, his demeanor changing a bit)

So have you read Dickens Scott? You see as we cross path, this will not only be an epic but it will also be as dramatic and as pragmatic as logically possible or may be we will toss logic out of the window Scott! This is The Great Expectations of OWA. Scott as much as I respect you, we all know, the universe knows what drives you. Ambition, advancement and class. That can tear away the thread that attaches you to the world. You may lose your mind but……

(Udy removes his face cover to reveal his joker inspired facepaint with blood patterns and goes into a wild ranting)

Loosing the mind is not a bad thing always, sometimes it unleashes the genius of madness. It uncages the dormant greatness inside you. Evil is not a bad thing you see, sometimes it balances the society... Sometimes it washes and sterilizes the fabric of your soul contaminated with the disease of unawareness, the malaise of not taking steps to correct the wrong... Sometimes the gun will be the needle that vaccinates the soul with the much needed elixir that will reinvigorate the dying humanity... So you see, I am not evil, I am just an correction.. I am the savior.

(Udy starts laughing before returning to normal)

You have had your share of monsters Scott? I know! You fought, you still fight and you strive to be the measuring stick but listen closely to the wind howling silently the reality of the grand unknown that fuels the world. As Friedrich Nietzsche said “He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you” !

So Scott did you look into the abyss too long? Can you feel the darkness of the eternal abyss peering from the hidden depths of your conscience? Because The Great Expectations is not about fame and ambition but the importance of what is right. The dying conscience Scott. That’s what needs to be corrected and I will be the savior. It will be a case when a grizzled old warrior who has lost his way is shown the path by someone who he doesn’t know. Because I am stranger than very fiction that you live in right now. The fictitious existence where you believe everyone else to be beneath you. Let me tell you something Scott. Even Gods fall. So what are you?

(Udy cranks his neck)

Your disdain for us…

(We see superimpositions of “The Infernal Beast” and Dr. Ryland on top of Udy’s face)

Your disdain will be your downfall. Your fall from grace and pomp will be my magnum opus and I will be break the backbone or may be the stick will snap because of your own “Grand Delusion”. You are the man Scott but men die. Nothing is perpetual other than time and nothing is constant other than death!

(Udy looks straight)

Scott Oasis is the man. But how long will he survive? What you face this Kingdom is not a mere body who will break and wither away. You will face something you have never faced Scott. You will staring at the abyss as it stares back at you. You will face the very spirit of pro wrestling. So what will prevail? The backbone or the spirit?

(Udy smiles wide now)

Body withers away as I said, but spirit will remain always. Scott let go of your dated idea of invincibility and benchmarking. I will quote Nietzsche again here “The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind” Have you ceased to be Scott? Are you still the same legend who walked around with gold wrapped around or are you just another one of those megalomaniac who is just waiting to be put to rest?

(Udy stands up and adjusts his jacket as we hear a knock)

So Scott let me end wishing you the best and may we have the best match. I wish to be proven wrong that you are done. I wish to see that The Scott Oasis is still kicking and we don’t just have a shell? A world champion and a hall of famer on your own right, right Scott?

The very definition of greatness oozes from your very core or may be it once did…. and it’s a dream to be in the same ring across you.

Or will it be a nightmare for you…

The very idea of “The Gatekeeper” versus……

“Your Demise” “The Gatecrasher”

(Udy bows and walks off)

Re: OWA Promos March 5th 2020, 9:23 pm by **Muhammad/Maggall**

(To the sound of a ringing phone, the video begins with a fake dressed up as Harman Ardelean, stepping into a phone booth.)

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: Hello.

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: Hello, remember me?

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: It can’t be, why do I sense a question mark replacing the undrawn! You’re supposed to be lost! I said it on Olympus!

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: Those of the faith are never truly lost, blasphemer! (My question mark is super spiffy Halloween like now.)

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: Why don’t you say that to my face, without Jesus!

(Herman who is even more metrosexual than normal Harman slaps the phone down and does a hair flip. Herman, who likes to tease, screams as a bear of a man rushes towards him and bites him on the neck as the camera goes black. The scene returns to Herman angrily pouting in a thriller cosplay, being defiant under the moonlight as “Rodeo” By Lil Nax ft Nas plays quietly in the bg. Muhammad is later heard mysteriously in the air.)

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: This is disgusting, curse you Muhammad! You know I like Thriller better than Rodeo!

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: Well too bad! In 2020 the fashionable questionable metrosexual, well dressed straight men being risky to get woman, are passé, now the gay icons are out of the closet normally masculine or people like Pete Buttigieg!

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: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT BUTTIGIEG!

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: Hahahaha! No more Michael Jacksons. No more Princes! They’d call you queer bait. Only male K-Pop idols can be pretty boys and interest people. Unless people care about Harry Styles.

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: Stop it! Harry Styles is no where near Fashionaaabluh as Jackson and Prince! You might as well have not even brought him up. This is ridiculous, why is this promo even happening?! I’m supposed to have a week off facing you while I think about banging multiple women!

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: Shut up! Don’t you dare bring up breaks and women! I was supposed to have the rest of my career off, plus I am undead, UNDEAD! I die and still have to be here instead of with my virgins???

(A dancing undead zombie Muhammad suddenly appears dressed like Lil Nas X from the song, aggressively doing his dance moves as he approaches Herman. Muhammad’s lips don’t move, but yet his voice can still be heard as if they’re being passed through the mysterious winds at night, rather than the dancing body.)

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: If I must suffer, your suffering shall be tenfold! I swear it upon All---

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: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!

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: You Gypsies really thought you were going to get away with what you did to Wilder!!!????

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: I’m being serious!

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: I may be undead, but I’m not going to ghost like my old Phantom Troupe buddies when I’m placed on a card. By the way, isn’t crazy I use to team with Little Nas. Should I look up what his name was? Eh too lazy, he was a red head though, looked Canadian. Anyways that’s enough playing around. I’m going to wreck you on Olympus and all that, then go back to being totally zombied out and not talking like I should be.

(Muhammad does one last pose in his dance, then begins dancing away. He stops when interrupted by Herman.)

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: What, no jokes about the virus going around globally?

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: Virus? You speak of Wuhan? Silly white boy. I have no need to make joke about thing that I do not care about.Men of faith do not fear it. And only you whites and Asians can catch it.

(End.)

Re: OWA Promos February 29th 2020, 12:00 am by **Jeff X**

Make Me Want To
Askin, North Carolina
February 28, 2020

The scene opens up to the now familiar living room of Jeff X. The Clash of the Titans winner sits comfortably on the couch with his old work boots propped up on the living room table. He’s dressed in a simple plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue Levi’s with the knee completely ripped out of them. A pair of dog-tags rest gently on his chest from the chain around his neck and the camouflage Realtree hat, that’s become absolutely synonymous with him, rests gently atop his head. He grips a bottle of Bud Light firmly in his left hand while flipping through the channels on his television. Despite the undoubted fruits of his OWA paycheck, his housing arrangements look extremely similar to the very first time we ever witnessed him cut a promo. There’s empty beer cans and bottles littered throughout the place and a stack of old Harley magazines on the table, right next to a .45 handgun and a half-empty pack of Marlboro Reds. Jeff casually bends forward and slides a cigarette from the pack before placing it in his mouth and lighting it up.

“The Spectrum center...Charlotte, North Carolina.”

Jeff smiles for a moment and takes a nice long swig of his drink.

“We’re going back to where this all truly began for me. I may have been in this company for almost two years now, but it hasn’t exactly been all sunshine and rainbows. It took going back home for me to truly find my footing here. Performing in front of these people...MY people...last year finally got me back on track. I won the Keys to the Kingdom that night and I haven’t looked back since. I cashed those Keys in and would wind up becoming the longest reigning Spartans Champion of all time. Of course, I inevitably would win up being screwed out of my prized possession...but do you think that slowed me down? Absolutely fucking not...I responded by doing exactly what the fuck I said I was going to do and became the second person in history to win the Clash of the TItans.”

Jeff smiles wider now, barely able to control his excitement.

“And now I’m going back home...just before I head to the biggest wrestling event that this industry has ever seen to compete in the biggest match of my life. My opponents? Kenny Drake and Moongoose McQueen? Two people I’ve had my fair share of history with. Let’s start with the champion.”

Jeff takes one last drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out in a nearby ashtray.

“While it may be true that I’ve had my fair share of troubles with Wolvesden in the past, let’s be honest...most of that was due to Nate Cage. Kenny even managed to help me out against his former understudy last year. I’ve gotten to know Kenny a bit since. Despite the frequent attempted murders...cool guy...respectable guy. Somebody I was ecstatic to see become the OWA World Champion….but make no mistake...I’ll be ten times as thrilled to remove that belt from his shoulder come Final Destination. But in the meantime, Kenny and I find ourselves on the same side...squaring off against a couple of brainless adopted sons of one Moongoose McQueen…”

Jeff shakes his head as his expression sours.

“Moongoose is someone I long advocated for. I’ve respected his work since the moment I’ve gotten here and have always considered him one of the best that we have...despite how others may consider him to be a joke...but lately...I’m starting to feel as if everyone else may have been right. Maybe Moongoose is a joke. After all...what kind of legitimate World Championship Contender is going to shy away at a little competition? He’s been trying to keep me out of the title scene for months...he’s failed. He tried to sway me into facing Bull Connors...he failed. And now he’s trying to send his adopted fucking autistic twin sons to soften me up in MY home state? Shit...I think fucking not. We bout to have ourselves a good ol’ fashion Carolina Donnybrook….

Tarps off boys. It’s go time.”

Jeff finishes his beer while the scene fades out.

Re: OWA Promos February 28th 2020, 11:40 pm by **kennydrake**

Who in the fuck…

PORTLAND, OR
DRAKES LANDING GYM
THE 11TH HOUR on FRIDAY

The scene fades in from black, to OWA World Champion Kenny Drake sitting on a large leather chair, the OWA World Title draped over his shoulder.

Consuelo...and Cameron?

You boys are...well…

You are products of your environment, aren’t you?

Kenny shifts the title a little and leans forward. For a brief second, a wolf head flashes over his face.

I see you two. Bumbling around like a couple of cartoons, saying silly things and engaging in wacky banter… standing off to the side while Moongoose...is Moongoose...and when he needs you to, off you go to get your asses kicked, MUCH to the bemusement of the fans. HAR DEE HAR HAR, LOOK AT THE BUFFOONS. Silly silly silly silly boys...wacky little offshoots of the tWiStEd mind of Moongoose McQueen! OH what wacky misadventures will you two wood nymphs get into next har har fuckin har...

IM SORRY, boys...but IM NOT FUCKIN LAUGHING.

Because THIS?

Kenny holds up the title belt. It shimmers in the light…

THIS is what it all comes down to...and YOU TWO fuckin’ pixies represent the lunatic that wants to TAKE THIS FROM ME...so you’ll EXCUSE ME IF I DONT FIND YOUR ANTICS FUNNY.

You two? Are jokes. Pure and plain. And YOU TWO are BYPRODUCTS of that weird little magical boy Moongoose. You talk like him...you act like him...you ARE him.

So on Kingdom?

I’m going to see to it PERSONALLY...that you two begin to take this whole situation fucking SERIOUSLY.

Because at the end of the day? You two are just stand ins for Goose… and I’m going to eat you little fuckers alive.

Jeff? He can stand there on the apron and...enjoy a nice beer.

Because I promise you.

I PROMISE you.

There will be NOTHING left of you two for him to beat.

I am the BEST sonofabitching Professional Wrestler on this planet. I am the OWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. I am KENNY FUCKING DRAKE.

And you two…

Are going to send a message for me.

The beating I give you? The destruction I lay upon you?

Your boss is gonna be watching that.

And he going to see…that for all of his...preparation?

He planned wrong.

And he is going to watch as I break apart the little buffer zone that he has between the real world and the Moongoose world…

And he is going to get my message loud and clear. Just like everybody else.

Wolves.

Aeternum.

Re: OWA Promos February 28th 2020, 10:24 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

DREAMS -- CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA.

Let’s tell the truth here.

There isn’t a wrestler alive who’s concocted a dream match with an opponent that they think lowly of. Dream matches come from looking at another competitor with stars in your eyes and vowing to face them because you know they’ll help make you the best version of your in-ring self. And, ideally, we win those matches, don’t we? We recognize the talent of that dream opponent, and we look forward to a future where we overcome whatever it is that they throw at us. That’s the funny thing about dreams, though, Arata. They never quite live up to the spectacle that we form in our imaginations.

Or, well...lemme run that back. This one-on-one match between you and I will live up to the hype, I’m sure of that. In terms of the action, I’m sure it’ll be everything that people are expecting and more. I’ve never been shy about singing your praises. I believe that you’re the future of not just OWA, but this industry as a whole. As the old saying goes, iron sharpens iron. I’ve been running in the same circles and facing the same people for so long that testing my mettle against a hungry up-and-comer is exactly what I need. You’re starving for a star-making moment to put you on the map for good, and the good news for you is that you can still have that star-making turn in defeat. It’s not exactly like you have a choice, anyway. The best-case scenario for you, my dear, is to go down swinging. Oh, you’ll take me to my limits. You won’t make this easy for me, and as such, this loss may be a tough pill to swallow for you. But you’re the determined type, I can tell. One loss will not be your end-all, be-all, and you’ll be back in the saddle in no time. Whatever point you feel like you need to prove, whatever statement you’re dying to make, just know that it won’t come at my expense.

I’m not here to make your dreams come true. I’m out to keep realizing my own.

You’ve been putting in the hours in the gym to prepare for an opponent of my caliber, which I can respect. It shows that you’re taking this seriously. You went all-in with your little psychoanalysis in preparation, too, but you couldn’t have been more wrong about me. Don’t let the fact that I seem preoccupied with putting my boot through Carlos’ teeth fool you. I’m not looking past you. Whatever may be happening for me at Final Destination, I know that there’s no way to just fast forward through all these weeks in between. If anything, I have to go even harder than ever before, considering I won’t find myself in a marquee world title match this year. Is it a departure from the norm? I’ve been pretty candid in telling the truth about that. Is it offputting for me? No. You’re right, there definitely is a place for me in Miami. What that place is, I don’t know yet, but I can’t afford to drop the ball ahead of time just because some question marks are floating above my head. To not take you seriously is to risk looking like a fool during a time when I’ve got a little something to prove, and if you think I’m gonna handicap myself like that, then maybe you haven’t studied up on me as much as you think you have. I have no intention of treating you like you don’t exist. On the contrary, I plan on going right through you. When we found ourselves on the same team in that clusterfuck tag team match, I gave you your props. When I was one of the people you fixated on going into the Clash, I gave you your due. And somehow, someway, after all of that, there’s something in your brain telling you that I’m suddenly gonna act like you’re not a threat? Look around you, honey. There aren’t any other men waiting to be tossed over the top rope. There aren’t a bunch of tag partners and opponents to serve as crash test dummies. It’s just me and you. There’s no insulation here. I’m getting the full force of your onslaught, and you get to suffer through mine. I know you’re as serious as a heart attack. I just don’t think you’re anything I can’t overcome.

On the subject of men that I’m completely capable of beating, please don’t give Carlos any more credit than he’s due. He’s running around telling anyone who will listen that I stole from him and stomped out Keelan’s last little bit of fighting spirit. I’m not really one to worry about collateral damage when people do me dirty. Go ask Nas. He never has been able to shut up about the fact that being vengeful is a glaring personality flaw of mine. Contrary to what you might think, this has less to do with the mere fact that I didn’t win the Clash, but how it happened. If I lose shit fair and square, there’s nothing for me to be upset about. If I was half as petty as you’re making me out to be, wouldn’t I have been all torn up after losing the title to Kenny? I’m not out looking for his head on a pike, am I? No, because he was the better man when it mattered most. Shit, he might have stabbed me, but it wasn’t against the rules in that match, so...it’s whatever. Getting tossed from the Clash of my own accord would’ve been a hard pill to swallow, but I could’ve lived with it. Having those two bitch boys pull what they pulled? That’s a little different. With Hayden Cross, his rivalry with you became all-consuming. He couldn’t manage anything else. If you think for one second that I can’t stifle down my dislike of Carlos long enough to put you away, again, I’m gonna have to tell you that you might not be as well-versed in the ways of Aria Jaxon as you’ve tried to pretend that you are. A lot of my career has been made up of vicious feuds. Those are the emotions that I stir up in people just by being me. Having to carry on and win matches while knowing that at least one person on the roster wants me dead is just how I’m accustomed to living at this point. I’m not blind, and I certainly don’t have blinders on. I’m looking right at you, and I can promise you that being square in my sights isn’t a prize to be won.

The funny part about you only experiencing the last several months of my career firsthand is that some of the shit you said are things I’ve been hearing since before anyone even knew you existed. I’ll give credit where it’s due. At least you don’t buy the whole “Aria’s been handed the world on a silver platter” bullshit that so many weakminded people have believed. But the whole idea that there’s some sort of insecurity rooted in not having the spotlight on me? I thought you could’ve done better than that. You said it yourself -- I’m Aria Jaxon. That fact alone makes any match that I’m in a must-see affair. As much as not competing for a world title at this juncture may sting, that’s not what’s making me tick right now. It’s true, I could waltz out there on Kingdom and challenge anyone to a match at Final Destination. Damn near the whole locker room would jump at the opportunity, but it’s not that simple. I just don’t like having shit stolen from me. If you can’t understand that, then I say give it time. I hope that in several years, when you’ve won title after title and turned yourself into a titan of this sport that you never have people plotting on your downfall that way. It kinda just comes with the territory.

It’s all kind of a shame, really. Me being too preoccupied to take you seriously would give you one hell of a leg-up. It would probably be exactly what you needed to finish me off. But as I said before, I’m not trying to drop random losses en route to Final Destination, and I’m definitely not trying to make this easy on you. You’ve wanted to face me for a while now, and you’re finally gonna get your chance. When you step into the ring with The Queen, all eyes are gonna be on you. As per usual, people are gonna marvel at your talent. They’ll keep pointing at you as the future of OWA. They can call you talented, tenacious, and self-assured...and all of those things will continue to ring true. But nobody will be able to call you the winner. Not when you’re dealing with me this Sunday. I suggest you find another road to that next level of yours, because your path to superstardom sure as fuck doesn’t run through me.

Come stand with me in the spotlight, Arata. Let’s see how your dream measures up to reality.

Re: OWA Promos February 28th 2020, 10:17 pm by Guest

Boys Will Be Boys

(At the villa of Shin-SEKAI, we see a shot of a door. Text appears saying “2 days ago….” Cameron and Consuelo sneak up to the door. Consuelo takes a step and makes a creak noise, but Cameron shushes him before slowly creeping the door open, revealing Moongoose McQueen sitting alone in a big chair. McQueen with a 5 o’clock shadow, messy hair, and in nothing but a wife beater shirt and boxer, he sits, brooding in the shadows. Cameron and Consuelo shake their head and slowly close back the door.)

Cameron: Man, you hate to see him look like that. I mean, he is taking this pretty hard.

Consuelo: I know man. Crazy that Jeff would do something like that.

Cameron: I ain’t surprised. I never liked that guy. I didn’t see what was so special about him. But the boss man, man, he cared.

Consuelo: Wild. Just wild. Aye. Moongoose, he was prepared to give him everything, and Jeff ole boi just threw it on the ground. I mean, who has the audacity to take his kindness and generosity for granted? He legit could had been…

Cameron: Don’t you say it. Don’t go there.

Consuelo: … the 3rd Boi.

Cameron: Bruh, what I just said to you? Whatever. It’s completely out of the picture now. The line has been crossed. Jeff X is dead to Moongoose McQueen, and he is dead to us to. I haven’t seen him this upset since CASPIAN left, but Goose was over that in like 15 mins. How many days has it been since that traitor crossed him?

Consuelo: 12 days and counting. All he does is sit in the room and sulk all day. This legit set him back.

Cameron: What’s worse? Goose legit threw him a party for after Kingdom to celebrate him going to Olympus to challenge for the title, and that didn’t happen. He went crazy with it too. I mean, Thousands of dollars worth on booze, he got DMX to play at the party.

Consuelo: Frickin DMX! And you know who else was there?

Cameron: Who?
Consuelo: Riley Reid.

Cameron: THE RILEY REID!

Consuelo: Yeah, That Riley Reid. And boss was like, ‘you leave her alone for Jeff, got it?” and that was rough, because I got her fleshlight. I’m a huge fan!

Cameron: Man, Jeff ole boi really screwed the pooch there. Or rather… he didn’t? But man, you don’t ever see Moongoose ever do that for anyone. I’m really trying to wrap my head around what made this guy so special.

Consuelo: If you ask me, he kind of reminds me of someone.

Cameron: Who?

(A loud crash noise is made as the camera pans over to Revy down the hall with a giant of booze in her hand. She has smashed the window and is screaming that the next door neighbor.)

Revy: Shut your cake hole, Patrice! This is … *hiccup* … America!! I can do whatever I want on my property. ...No… Fuck YOOOOOOOOOOOO . Fuckin’ Cow. Yeah. I said it. MOOOOOOOOOOO… MOOOOOOOOOOVE your fat ass out of here if you don’t like it. It’s a free country! I ain’t stoppin ya!! Bitch, what you just say?! You racist mother fu…. CASH ME OUTSIDE, I’MMA COUGH ON YA!!

(Revy pulls a hand gun from a drawer and cocks it before making her way down the stairs. Camera pans back to the Bois)

Consuelo: Can’t put my finger on it. But we need to do something about this. We got a match this week against both Kenny Drake and Jeff. A “Carolina Style Donnybrook” match? What is that even?

Cameron: It’s a Letterkenny reference.

Consuelo: A what?

Cameron: Think of it like a “Jojo Reference” but for white people.

Consuelo: Oh! Gotcha. Is it…. *whisper* ….because Jeff X is white?
Cameron: Yes. Jeff X is a cracker and this is why this is happening.

Consuelo: And you got Kenny Drake too?! Man I don’t think we are ready for this.

Cameron: Relax, Consuelo. It will be just like that one time we fought off the KKK when Revy accidentally joined them thinking they believed in ghosts too. Remember that?

(Cameron and Consuelo look up towards the ceiling as they start to have a flash back moment…. They remain still for a couple of seconds, before snapping back to reality.)

Consuelo: Man, that shit really escalated when Revy was like, “you can’t say that word.” I mean, the hard r and everything. Good times. Good times. Anyway, you are right. We gotta make Jeff pay, and not only that, we gotta show Kenny Drake that we are serious. We going out there repping Moongoose and we can’t disappoint.

Cameron: That’s the spirit! And despite this being our second match. Despite the fact the crowd is gonna be against us and cheering for their white bois. That’s right, North Carolina, we making a statement here. We gonna show them. What we gonna show them, Consuelo?!!

Consuelo: Yeah. We gonna show them.

Cameron/ Consuelo in Union: Moongoose ain’t raise no bitches! / Mama-goose ain’t raise no bitches!

Cameron: What did you say?

Consuelo: I said what you said.

Cameron: I don’t think so.

Consuelo: Are you questioning what I, your identical twin brother said?! How dare you?!

(Consuelo pushes Cameron. Cameron pushes back. Consuelo leaps towards Cameron, who puts him in a headlock as they wrestle in the hall, bumping into the walls and knocking down hung pictures.)

Revy: The fucks going on here?!

(BANE behind Revy tosses Consuelo off of Cameron, effectively seperating them.)

Consuelo: He started this! Accusing me of saying “Mama-goose” instead of Moongoose. This mofo be trippin!

Revy: Enough! You two have any idea what you guys are in for? We have a world Champion and the winner of the Clash of the Titans as your opponent. These are the guys that Moongoose will have to face at Final Destination. Now what is your job come this Sunday?

Consuelo: Beat them?

Cameron: Kill them?

Revy: What? No. Cameron, love the ambition though. No. We’re gonna infiltrate. Get into their heads. We’re gonna expose them. Force them to show their hands. Their flaws. Their weakness. You don’t have to win, in fact, whoever made this match, probably knew you bois werent gonna win anyway.

Consuelo:.... Thanks?

Revy: But we, we can turn this into our favor. We can use this opportunity to keep them away from Moongoose. We gonna soften them up for him. This, this is what you boys are here for. This is your purpose!

Cameron: So what you are saying is?

Revy: Yep. Go nuts. Have fun. Make the most of it. Don’t try too hard to win. Just go out there and do what boys do. Leave the rest to Moongoose. He’s got this. I mean…. At this moment, he’s cooking up something. He’s modifying his plans and scheming. I’m sure he absolutely can’t wait to just get his hands on Jeff and Kenny himself and kick their asses.

(Revy kicks the door open, showing Moongoose McQueen has fallen on the ground, laying there. He is reaching for a pizza slice that is a mere few inches away from him, but gives up, reaches insides his shirt and pulls out another slice instead and eats it.)

Revy: Yep, He’s a ...cookin up a something. Anyway. BANE, do me a favor, get him cleaned up. We gotta get him to Atlantis. And Boys… pick up those golf clubs over there.

Consuelo: Why?

Revy: We gonna train and practice for that match you have this week…. At Patrice’s places. We’re gonna pay her a visit, and we’re gonna try to convince her that this is a free country and I can park my M551 Sheridan wherever I want, and tell them that if they got a problem with the majestic Moongoose, they got a problem with me. And I suggest they marinate on that.

(Revy whistles and signals the Boys to follow her as they go on their way. BANE picks up Moongoose over the shoulder, Moongoose still brooding over what happened as he slumps over. Scene goes to Black.)

Re: OWA Promos February 28th 2020, 8:39 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

It's humorous to me how some people react to the sight of blood. Some people it doesn't phase them, while others it makes them wince, wretch and some even faint. The weak see blood and can’t process it. It may seem crass and it may seem crude, but I don’t just like the sight of blood. I like the taste of blood. And I got to taste blood last Kingdom. I told Scotty Adams that his return was going to be over before he knew it and I told him our match would be short and I was right. Demis got involved, sure, but he played his part to perfection. Could I have taken Adams to the limit in a technical masterpiece lasting over 25 minutes that had the people at the edge of their seat? Of course, but why would I waste my time and energy on a has-been like Scotty Adams? Why would I put my body on the line for him? No, what happened was always meant to happen. And I guess it rubbed people the wrong way. Hell, even Morgan Shaw, who's been a huge supporter of mine ever since I've debuted in OWA was disgusted and furious at me for what happened to Adams. Oh well. Again, the weak see blood and react as they will. It is a shame because Mr. Shaw was a good mouthpiece who helped get across the seriousness of The New Dawn but he will be dealt with if he keeps running his mouth. When I had Scotty Adams' blood in my mouth, I truly felt like I was enveloping his soul within mine. The 70+ plus days of his Spartan Championship title reign, the 4 title defences all became mine in that instant. It was a euphoric feeling, like making love to a beautiful woman or getting that first kill of the hunt. Most won't understand what that feeling is like, but I think one man here in OWA does and that man is Hayden Cross.

Hayden is a rough and tough, bare knuckle brawler. He reminds me of me in some of my more brutal moments, but the difference between the two of us is that he lets his anger get the better of him in big moments. He was the Keys to The Kingdom holder, a match type that I was in the first one, by the way. I say he was the holder of the keys, but he lost them pretty soundly to Arata Asakura. He had an opportunity for title contention in his hands, but he allowed an outsider to come into this promotion and take what is his. I saw Mr. Cross as someone who could match my viciousness and maybe even give me a run for my money, but after seeing that match with Mr. Asakura, I have my doubts. I have my doubts about a lot of things with him. I thought he had a killer’s edge. I thought he had no remorse. But I am a fair being and I can admit when I’m wrong and Mr. Cross….I was wrong about you.

I was wrong and I don’t like being proven wrong. It makes me feel foolish and then that in turn makes me angry. I don’t want to have my assumptions to turn out to be false. So what are you going to do about it? You there with no Keys to The Kingdom, no longer holding the “extremely prestigious” 24/7 Championship. What do you have? Nothing. I’m the Spartan Champion. You’re coming in as the underdog. You’re stepping into my ring. You’re stepping into my universe. As far as I’m concerned, this isn’t an OWA sanctioned match in an OWA ring. This is Hayden Cross walking into New Dawn territory. The lights are going to be darker. The bumps are going to be a little more painful. You’re not just going to have to worry about me. You have to keep your head on a swivel. Not just for Demis, but for everyone around you. You’re in danger from all corners. We’re in the trees. We’re in the waters. We’re in the air. We’re all around you at every moment. You act like you have no fear, but we are like nothing you have ever seen before.

You come from a military family but I can assure you that no one, not you, or your little jarhead daddy have seen what We are. There are atomic bombs that have dropped that haven’t created as much havoc and torture as We have. So what do you have? A few battle scars? A few broken knuckles over the years? So what? That means nothing to me. That means nothing to anyone but yourself. Have you ever heard about Hiroshima and how the blast was so severe that you could see human shadows etched into stone tablets. Mr. Cross, you may not even feel anything Sunday night. You may just walk out into the arena, see a blinding white light and be gone within an instant. Or I may make it hurt especially for you for proving me wrong. We’ll see how I’m feeling Sunday.

Re: OWA Promos February 28th 2020, 7:54 pm by **Arata Asakura**

KINGDOM #6 Part 1: Blinded by revenge.

28.02.20 Osaka, Japan

*The video shot opens in Arata's dojo, located in Japan, as a man uses the last days of his stay in his hometown to prepare for one of the most demanding fights in his career, as on Sunday he will face the Queen of OWA herself, Aria Jaxon. Realizing what awaits him at upcoming Kingdom, the young Japanese knew that he didn't have time to rest, because every minute or even a second can cost him such a precious victory, that could open many doors for him not only here, but in the entire industry. However, after days of hard work, it was finally time to refer to what would take place on Sunday, because fans were increasingly flooding him with questions. "How do you feel knowing, you will face someone like Aria?". "Do you think you are ready for someone like her?" Many questions and no answers so far. Therefore, feeling that now is the right time, Arata sat on a steel chair in the middle of the room. The man stoops slightly, as he sits in such a way that his forearms rest on his knees. Strands of blonde hair fall on his face and sweat runs down his half-naked body, because he is wearing only black shorts and sports shoes. Before he opens his mouth for the first time, he combs his wet hair back and, looking down, speaks calmly.*

With the moment I got rid of Hayden Cross from my horizon, I not only added another key to my collection, but also a completely new door opened for me. However, I have the impression that history still comes full circle and I wonder if people will finally learn whether it is wise to doubt me. I mean, I know what ground I stomp on and I'm more than sure that my clash with Aria Jaxon will not be a walk in the meadow, but I don't feel that it is a lost fight, as many say. Without a shadow of doubt, I can admit that Aria is a top face in the world of wrestling for a reason, but it's not the first time I've entered the ring with someone who has such a label. I don't like to repeat myself, but it looks like I have to...What I want to say is that this situation is no different from my match with Brian. With Senn. With Pendragon. Every time, they tried to scary me that I have no chance...that I am not ready for someone like them, but I am here in front of you as someone, who has completed a hat-trick.

*The man slides his finger over his lip, before continuing.*

The names I mentioned are not accidental, they create a list of people I have always wanted to face for my own reasons and the next one is Aria. Aria with whom I had the opportunity to work together a few weeks ago and I must say that it was quite fun, but this time the situation is completely different. It is even funny that after our good-looking cooperation, now we stand on opposite sides, but everything in life is ironic. Just as ironic, it seems that only after five matches in this company it was decided, that I should face someone, on who this federation was built. However, to be honest I don't know if it's a good time and I don't say it, because I'm scared or something, on the contrary it's quite an exciting vision, but I realize that Aria's eyes will not be directed only at me, and this is slightly disrespecting. I partly understand her conflict with Carlos, at all she was ‘robbed’ by him, but on the other hand is it necessary? Huh, Aria? Don't be offended, but I was expecting more logic from someone with experience and reputation like yours, because you probably don't want to tell me that this war with Carlos is the only solution. You see, you can be a superstar, but the moment, you follow revenge that blinds you, you're no different than average people like Hayden Cross. It has been said, but it is a truth that you cannot escape from. Revenge is just to heal your wounded ego, but you do more harm through yourself, besides you probably have enough enemies. However, let's assume that you'll finally be satisfied when all this is over, and then what? The fact that Carlos and his friend have lost their titles will not change the fact that your pretty face will not be in the main event of Final Destination.

*The Japanese combs his hair again, but he has his hand raised for a moment, as his fingers are still entangled between the strands of hair. Being in this position, he doesn't interrupt his speech.*

I understand that it hurts you, that this time the whole event will not revolve around you, but in my opinion you are a bit oversensitive. You see, you forget one important thing, namely that you are Aria Jaxon. You may not have a match for the main title on the card, but you will still be there, and what's more, people will look mainly at you. No matter what you do, you're always the center of attention and I can't blame anyone for that. That's why you should finally stop crying like a child and look around a little more, because you have a lot options...well, you are a dream opponent of most roster, so all you have to do is just to challenge someone..you can compete for every title you want, but instead you do that fucking drama. You have a grudge against Carlos and you may be right, but as I said, what happened at Clash of the Titans doesn't eliminate you from being in the spotlight. It's not like you have a knife under your throat. Listen, you are furious and full of regret that someone took something from you, but you don't really know what it means, because you are a golden girl of this company. I will not say that I agree with Carlos, that everything was given to you on a silver tray, because this is just a stupid accusation. It is true that some people get more opportunities and others less, but if you didn’t have what it takes to finish the job, they could push you to the moon, and it wouldn't work. However, this still doesn't change the fact that you always had the most important belts, you always participated in the biggest main events, you were always made the face of the whole division. Of course, I don't mind, because it is fully deserved, but in this way they put you in a protective bubble, so you really don't know what it means to be screwed up. And I? I know this feeling better than anyone else and it helped me a lot to create the person I am, because pain always teaches more than pleasure ever could.

*Arata changes his position and leans his back against the back of the chair. Then, he puts his arms in crossed-arms position. He sighs heavily and moves on to the next part of his speech.*

I realize that my words may be a bit controversial, but my goal is not to offend you, my goal is to open your eyes a little. I know what my place is in compared to you, Aria, but that doesn't mean it's sometimes not worth at least considering what someone else is saying to you. You see, every experience allows you to find a new approach and my latest match with Pendragon taught me to look at things a little more calmly. Excessive emotions are unnecessary, but just because I'm not jumping for joy doesn't mean I don't care about this match with you. On the contrary, I already told you at CoT that you are one of the reasons why I decided to come to OWA. I have never liked such a large and crowded place, but I didn't want to give up the opportunity to face people such as Wakefield, Rosso, and above all, you. I have heard too many stories about you...Too tempting was the vision of fighting someone, who ninety percent of people can't beat. The question is, can I? I can't answer that now and thinking about it is a waste of time, because everything will become clear between the ropes. Maybe I'm not ready yet and you will kick my ass, but despite this vision, I know I wouldn't be myself if I didn't want to check if I could put Aria Jaxon down for three count (The man bites slightly cracked lips) This will definitely be one of the most difficult combats in my career and I am not going to be fooled by a small stature or painted nails. Everyone can see, that you have a hard punch and gender of your opponent is completely irrelevant compared to your skills. And although, I'm not used to fighting a woman, because it will be the second time, you can be sure that I will not treat you in a special way. I am not a sexist and knowing you, I am sure that you don't need someone to do you favors. However, there is a favor I want to ask you for. What I mean is that when our match takes place...I want you to be focused on me. At the moment, I don't care about your conflict with Carlos...you could be arguing even with the pope himself, and it wouldn't matter...Why am I talking about it? Because I want to find out who Aria Jaxon really is. Not the stupid girl, who is crying at left and right, but the woman, who subordinated every division, she was in. I want to know that no matter how this match ends, I will learn a lesson that will be useful in the future, because this is not the last time we see each other, Aria. You know that I have quite high standards and aims, so sooner or later I will be near the top of the mountain. And even if now, I may seem like just another stupid kid, who trying to dethrone the queen, but I have never chased for a queen, I have been always making my own crown and with the moment I beat you, it will reach another stage.

*After these words there is complete silence, and Arata just looks ahead. With this view video comes to an end, and screen fades black.*

Re: OWA Promos February 27th 2020, 11:21 pm by **Zumi**

Odyssey #1

The match that can help me return back to the top of Odyssey, the Ascension To The Heavens match. Climb a ladder and head towards the top where a briefcase with a golden opportunity is waiting, a championship match whenever the winner wants during season 3. Being the first person to qualify for the match means I got to say my piece on the Odyssey right after Atlantis. I was at one point at the top, standing on the pantheon among the best in the world as Women’s World Champion. I head into this year’s event with a chip on my shoulder, I’m the one with a lot to prove at the moment and needing a win is important, especially at Final Destination II. With Final Destination near closer and closer every day, I have been placed in what many see as a showcase. Jonetta Stone has quite an opportunity as the second representative of Odyssey for Ascension To The Heavens. Making it to the final two in the Clash Of The Titans and even tying the elimination record. If you were into betting, she’s a safe bet for winning the ladder match and securing that title match contract. If I wasn’t in the match myself and wanted to pick someone from Odyssey to win the match, I would also pick Jonetta Stone. She has everything and much more going for her, the time she spent as a member of the Dollhouse has seen her stock rise up immensely and there aren’t any flaws I can find to really say. Maybe you say her arrogance but at the same time, that really isn’t a flaw. Everyone has an aura of arrogance, self-confidence and etc. Of course, she is currently without her Dollhouse members beside her but it’s safe to say that she is doing fine without them.

You might be wondering if I feel confident about my chances of winning this match when I just said all this about Jonetta Stone and to answer that question, I do believe I can win Ascension To The Heavens. I can feel I have a better chance to win regardless of the other competitors who do eventually join the fray. There is a certain motivation factor for me, between me and Jonetta, I’m the one who has seen the light at the end of the tunnel for that journey to the top. I called my shot on the previous Odyssey by declaring that I will ascend to the heavens. I want that title shot opportunity more than anything in the world, the guaranteed ticket to the top that it provides me is what I truly want. Consider it a short cut but this is the best path available at the moment. Nobody can deny what a title shot like this can do for one person’s career and the proof is looking at Gareth Cason, even myself as I once held the Queen Of The Ring or as it’s now known as the Athena Cup. A guaranteed title shot like that allowed me to stand on the top of the Women’s Wrestling world as OWA’s champion and that in turn allowed me to get the one thing that I had desired for so long, recognition as the best in the world.

With the passion and drive overflowing right now, I want to truly push forward and make sure that these last few months haven’t gone to waste. I want to push myself to a level that no person in OWA or even in the world can match, this is what got me to the top of the world, the passion, love, and energy that can’t be matched. It will be my driving force along with the hopes and aspirations I have inside of me. All of that is what I left at the moment as I push towards becoming Women’s World Champion again. Jonetta, this is what you will face on Odyssey this week and what you will face at Final Destination II. All of this might just zoom past you while if you decide to talk about me but I want to make sure you learn my intentions for this Final Destination season. I intend to win this match against you and follow up by winning the ladder match at Final Destination, well at least that’s the plan in mind right now. It could all go wrong for me but it won’t, I have that much faith in my ability. You have done really well for yourself in the past few matches you have been in but I want this more than anything in the world right now. Ascension To The Heavens is a huge deal, the opportunity to cement oneself as a guaranteed threat with that title shot means a lot. But I have more than that for a reason to win it, for someone like me, someone who might be phased out by the current core of girls on Odyssey, this is is an important match, hell this entire Road to Final Destination is important for me.

You said that I was a glory hound, right Jonetta? That might be true, I want the spotlight to be on me more than ever. It’s simply what everyone here wants, Jonetta. We all desire to be on top and that goes for you as well, this is how things end up being. I have my reasons for wanting to be on top of the world because it allows me to showcase something that nobody in this industry has. I stand on the top of the world as the greatest that has ever done it, a chance to be on the top of the pantheon of all-time greats where some of my loyal fans place me. This is everything for me and for the people who have cheered me on and believe that I can bring hope to a wide range of people. The Ace of Odyssey is a moniker I gave myself but because it’s what I ended up becoming when I won the Women’s World Champion. I held that title with the idea that I had to lead Odyssey through my reign and even after it.

I shouldn’t be shocked but somehow you’re not the person to say that the way I speak, what I stand is a scam. Last year my very own ideals were questioned by the same person who will be in Odyssey’s main event for Final Destination II. Do some people really think that what I say is an act? That I’m not really what I showcase to the fans. Yes, I’ve done some horrible things in the past that I consider another life but at the end of it all, this is truly me. If you desire to call it an act, Jonetta, please feel free. No harm, no foul in my eyes. Regardless of you calling my ideals into question, this won’t stop me in any way.

What people saw at Clash Of The Titans was the reincarnation of the term “The Ace”, the loss to Stephanie Matsuda hit me hard. It sent a shockwave into my system, I was able to put on the greatest show and have the world on my side. At Clash Of The Titans, I got to prove that the energy and love that the crowd has for me still exists and it didn’t die off when I lost to Natalie and took my leave of absence. You’re the Hunter, right? By the booking of Viola DeMarco, I am the prey in front of you and the person you have in your line of sight but I’m unkillable. People have tried to put me down, tried to tarnish the very same image that you consider a sham. All have failed and countless will continue to fail as long as I live, that’s the problem with trying to take me down. You have to crush my passion and heart for all of this.

Jonetta, you have talent and skill overflowing in you but you lack one thing to truly take me down. Determination is great and all but when facing the one thing that talent and skill can never overcome, the endless drive and passion that one truly needs to stand on top. You have one shot, Jonetta and that’s all I’ll give you when we face off. This is the Road To Final Destination II, it might be the last show of the season for OWA but for me, it’s the first show of a rejuvenated Ace. When things aren’t in my favor and the odds aren’t as well, it’s when I perform the best and I’m to truly shine.

A whimpering Phoenix flame? No, you’ve got it all wrong, my light created by my fiery spirit can never die down at any moment. You can almost say that it’s brighter than any spotlight in the world and show it to you but not just on Odyssey but on the grandest stage that OWA can offer. This is just preview, Jonetta Stone and you’ll be in for quite a realization when I stand at the end as the victor.

Re: OWA Promos February 27th 2020, 9:52 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

I sure don’t have many friends these days, now do I?

Still, I observe, I watch the happenings going on in the world of OWA like any hunter would a herd of her prey, watching which beast is the slowest, weakest, and most likely to fall just a little bit too far behind in the pack to be picked off alone. I won’t hesitate to mention entertaining sights. Just because my girls aren’t here anymore doesn’t mean OWA was going to get away with it, your slip-ups and your backfires will be exposed. You did everything you could to take the Tag Team Championships off of us, you put us in a brutalizing match, you did not protect us after the match when we were attacked by those clowns you gave a title shot just for doing the attack, and then you had my sisters open the next Kingdom defending those belts before they could ever recover because you needed the titles off us as soon as possible, despite everything we did for the division for more than half a year! For what? What did you people achieve? You got Carlos and Keelan rivalling Killer Alpha Squad as the worst tag team champions in this company’s history, a no defence reign after the longest and most defended reign that was made by the Dollhouse. It’s not much different than when Sweet Roxy was cast off for a Women’s World Champion most of this company wouldn’t acknowledge on their darkest days. It never changes, in our wake, the people that try to fill our shoes and play the role we’ve played always fail to measure up. Now that I’m the only one left, that reality lives on through me alone, I am the one that leaves everyone around me to seem short and completely unable to mirror my supremacy. You can sign Arata Asakura, Baba Yaga, Alyssa Grace, Morrighan McDonnell, and that Void piece of trash Selene, but you will never get a signing hotter than the one who came into OWA crowned an OWA champion, without wrestling a single match, and yet somehow more than lived up to the hype! Keisha Song, Llorona, and the entire damn Void can do their paper tiger acts, but no woman on this roster will inspire more dread and chills down the spine of her enemies than JONETTA STONE!

I don’t have many friends left, but it would seem neither do you, Azumi Goto!

In the wilderness, it’s not a shocker to fall upon small critters being pounced upon by their larger or more vicious predators, but it is a rare sight to behold once you find yourself clearly in the presence of a lost well-bred zoo animal that escaped captivity and somehow reached a world far too dangerous for its kind. If I had a heart, I would weep at the sight of Azumi caught in my bear trap and give her a quick merciful death, but my chest is as empty as the Dollhouse Dreamhouse after you people chased all the beauty from this company. I watch Azumi out here in my world with cold curiosity. Why is she wrestling in non-title related matches? Forget asking why she had to qualify for an Ascension to Heaven’s Briefcase match, I wondered why she was deigning to be in such a match at Final Destination at all? Now she’s wrestling me instead of one of her traitorous friends or eternal rivals? This would never happen to a Jon McAdams, a Tarah Nova, a Stephanie Matsuda, a Keelan, or even a Persephone Bane, not unless they messed up one too many times. So for this entire week, I’d often find myself taking breaks and looking to the sky thinking, damn…..what did Azumi do to make Viola DeMarco and Scott Oasis that mad? Then it hit me, I had heard that infernal racket that is your theme music soon after I had made it to the back after my match, so for once I would have to listen to the words of Azumi Goto without playing fast forward and I learned this was all part of your cheap little humble act. It made my stomach turn, not only did I have to hear you thank another woman for beating your ass in that annoying never-ending love-hate tension you have with some of the people you’ve attached yourself to in this industry, but you had the audacity to tell the OWA universe you won't take up their time.

HOW DARE YOU! You’ll be tactful to these people Azumi? Over their time??!!?!?!

WHAT ABOUT MY TIME! Where is my apology for when I was put on the bench because OWA had to play with you and your entire crew of joshi friends? I haven’t forgiven nor forgotten the travesty that was Trifecta. You don’t fool me Azumi, I’m not as ignorant as these people you scam on a daily basis! No amount of smiling, standing bows, and “you guys are so good me” quotes will camouflage the fact that you’re as big of a glory hound as anyone! This false performance only makes me want to skin you and wear your remains all the more fiercely, figuratively that bushido and perfect grace of yours will do quite nicely for a new coat of mine. I may not bless these people with gratifying costumes anymore, but the life fiber of my enemies being lined at the hood of my jackets still gives me warmth. Every day that these people will see me, in their minds, they’ll see their favourite little wrestler’s entire being plastered upon my overwhelming presence! It’ll remind them of the truths of the world, “heart” is only something people start talking about when creatures are fighting a terminal sickness or a bigger and more skilled foe! Miracles are only things people pray for when they cannot put things into action themselves! You are a symbol of false bravado people cling to when they have nothing left! You will not escape me. Azumi, you of all people know, being an Ace has never meant you can withstand the fist of justice. Neither does an eternal whimpering phoenix flame lay waste to the lands like that of a raging erupting volcano can! You know that once I hit you, you’re going to get starched!

I have no need for something as useless as heart, but behind my skill and power, I am filled with determination. Patient and steady, I am the hunter. I am friendless because OWA stomped on flowers like they were less than worthless. Step on me, and all you’ll feel is steel sprung to bite at your ankles! Unlike you Azumi, you’ll never hear people say I show “shades” of a former mindset that they respect because I am forever revered and a pure force of nature that is ALWAYS stainless enough to cast the first stone.

Respond as you will, attempt to scratch and claw like any flailing beast caught in their prison would, but you will never draw true blood for me.

I’ve got no friends on Odyssey, but I don’t need any.

Re: OWA Promos February 27th 2020, 8:02 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

I can’t help but notice some of the things going on around me and feel somewhat anxious. The Void grows ever stronger with their new member and the message that they’ve sent is that they are coming for whoever is victorious when Dulce and myself collide for real at Final Destination II...if not sooner. The thing that really hurt my heart is seeing what Roni did at the end of the last Odyssey. I can certainly not speak to her as if I’m riding on a high horse. But I can speak to her from the sense of being where she has been, feeling the frustration that she no doubt feels. I have been in even deeper, darker places than her. For the longest time I did nothing but lose. Dulce, TyAnna, Aria, Natalie, Goto...I didn’t see them as competition. I saw them all as tormentors. I saw people like them getting opportunities I was working so hard for. People younger but infinitely more skilled. Roni Ozborn, we’re not friends or anything but please listen to me.

Don’t let the frustration, the anger do to you what it did to me. I lost so much time wandering in the wilderness of my own hatred that I completely lost myself. You don’t have to go that route. It was said that you were going to take some time off and honestly I do think it may do you good to do so. April seems absolutely thrilled by what you’ve done to a certain extent. She’s a little strange to me when it comes to wrestling...things that make other people worried or nervous excite her. Myself, on the other hand, I’m seriously worried about you. I felt your pain more than you realized. I sympathized every time I saw you backstage, struggling for answers. Please, you’re better than what you’ve been doing.

No one is here to hear about that situation, I wager. Everyone knows that this is my first match in OWA since the Clash of The Titans. A lot of people may be shocked to know this, but my record as it stands in Omega Wrestling Alliance is still a losing one. I don’t remember the percentages but I know I have lost more than I have won. Some may see someone like me winning the Clash and think of it as a joke, that people like Stephanie and Azumi didn’t enter and that maybe the Dollhouse were already planning their exit and weren’t invested. None of that matters. The only thing that matters is that I went out there and outfought 14 other women, including my own tag partner, to earn the match that I so desperately had to have. Please, don’t take this as a slight by any means, Dulce, but you’re not the woman I wanted to face when my time to claim the title finally came. My heart was set on beating Natalie Cage. It's all I trained for, all I thought about, all I desired. But with her gone, possibly for good, you’re the champion now. I’m happy for you, truth be told. You were a great Goddesses Champion and I couldn’t unseat you. You did everything you were supposed to do and the match didn’t end with any shenanigans from our General Manager. You slayed the dragon. Even though I’m admittedly envious of the fact that I couldn’t have the tactile pleasure of ending her reign myself, I definitely smiled when I saw that you did it. We’re not similar by any means, but I can’t disrespect someone who worked as hard as you have worked and achieve what you have achieved. People like Llorona, Miho Li, every last newcomer who has arrived to join our ranks in the last few months just need to follow you as a template. While they may not have the skills that you and I have, if they work as hard as the two of us, there is no limit to what can be accomplished when your heart is invested in what you do.

We are not the same people we were when you beat me last time. You’ve gotten even better. More dedicated, more determined, more physical, and somehow even more humble and gracious. You are an amazing athlete. But I have grow, more than you or anyone else realizes. I’ve physically, emotionally and mentally matured. I’ve no need to try to intimidate you with words, my wrestling will be more than enough to testify how far I’ve come. The results other than the Clash may not show it, but I have grown so much since our last encounter. I’m looking forward to showing you just a sample of what you can look forward to at Final Destination II. I’m at my strongest and healthiest since I arrived here. Aches that were prominent before are healed up. My mindset and mood are good. And I don’t think the woman that set the Clash record two years running for the longest lasting woman in the Odyssey version of the match deserves to have her cardio questioned, am I right?

Alyssa, I’m glad that we’ve got such a rapport going. The respect that you send my way is returned, friend, and I’m looking forward to meeting you face to face. You’re an incredible talent and someone who should be April’s challenger for Final Destination. But, just like you said with Dulce and Myself not being your business, what goes on in regard to that scene isn’t my concern. The only thing that I’m truly concerned with is finally capturing my first title. I am thirty years old, Alyssa. That may seem young, but compared to a lot of the roster and the direction of women’s wrestling around the world starting at younger and younger ages, I feel like an old maid. Roxy, who apparently got put in time out by her mother, won the World title here at the tender age of eighteen. And here I am, on the wrong side of thirty...and not a single championship to my name. It’s not been without opportunities. Ascension to the Heavens, a Goddesses Championship match, a Queen of the Ring match, three chances to obtain the OWA Women’s World Championship...everything went for naught. This match means more than just a friendly exhibition to me. It’s all about showing the world where my focus is, what my state of mind is. People are just waiting for me to fail once more, Dulce saying that people are rooting for me to best her notwithstanding.

I’m tired of letting people down. I let my family down enough by being a wrestler in the first place. They never saw this woman who stands before you all now as a wrestler. They much rathered I put on a suit and some glasses and become an accountant or an exec for one of the family businesses. Only God Himself knows how many times I’ve let fans down who believe in me. Even during my darkest times, people were still supporting me, still pulling for me...and I would lose the biggest matches, time after time. That’s not an exaggeration or an attempt at self-deprecating humor..it's an absolute fact.

When we meet in the ring, you and I will have quite enough time to get to know one another. You’ll find out firsthand the answer to your own question about if I’m strong enough to oust Dulce. When you’ve felt my power, you’re going to answer a resounding “Yes”. This is not intimidation, it’s not boasting. It’s a statement of purpose. There is only one person who has a piece on the board who can deny me and Dulce our match. Until that person makes their move, every match is treated like a warm-up, a training exercise to scout and prepare for that title match I worked so desperately to get. I can’t lose to someone who has been here as shortly as you have and consider myself worthy of the Women’s World Championship. That’s not a slight against your ability, only your experience.

The more that I think about it as I analyze things from a talent and ability standpoint, this match is fairly even. Champions and rightful challengers on both sides, skilled technicians and dynamic athletes. We do have one minor advantage that I think will turn out to be quite important: this is not the maiden voyage for the Iron Squadron. You see, while many of the OWA roster take time off, I recently signed with Strong Style Wrestling to tour Japan with them provided it doesn’t conflict with my work here. I’m hungry to face new opponents and, knowing April’s tireless work ethic, we decided to form a team to tour there. We came up short in our effort to bring home the SSW Tag Team belts, but to say it was our first time teaming I say we did pretty well. We have been spending time in the gym, honing our tandem offense, learning about our styles and how they can mesh to be effective. Facing the two of you, some of Odyssey’s most highly regarded talent, and beating you…

That would be quite a declaration for us as tag team wrestlers, yeah?

This isn’t just some exhibition to us. This isn’t a match where we will phone it in. You all saw what happened a few weeks ago on Atlantis: the Zaibatsu, just as quickly as they won the titles from the Dollhouse, were ousted as Tag Team champions. The division is wide open and I’m honestly surprised that more people aren’t attempting to latch onto the opportunity to join and make those titles mean something. April obviously takes this seriously, being a former tag champion herself. What would it mean to her to be a single champion and tag champion come Final Destination time? What would it mean to me, someone who has never held gold of ANY kind?

It would mean the world.

I understand that you’re not a proper tag team, you and Dulce, but surely beating a team of your quality will put us right in the mix to face the new champions. Maybe a defeat against the two of us may inspire you all further to either become a team yourselves or seek out partners to try to take us on again? I would certainly welcome that. It was never my intention to remain just a mainstay of Odyssey. Once I have won the World Championship, I don’t want to just settle into a defensive position. Instead of once or twice a year, I want to go anywhere and anywhere, holding the Odyssey title and being our brand’s standard bearer, fighting the best that the wrestling world has to offer. I want to elevate the title to a level even higher than Natalie had. And not only that, April and I have discussed the idea of both of us being double champions. When we looked at the Openweight scene and her frustration with it, the idea of tag team success alongside our singles pursuits was too interesting to pass up. Gold chasing and legacy chasing aside, there were also practical reasons that this team came to be.

We formed this team when we looked around and saw what the Dollhouse and Void were doing. No, we have no intention of creating our own titles and we’re not going to clamor for Odyssey only tag titles either. We are good enough to win the real titles...almost winning some in our debut as a team. Now, in the main event, we’re going to put on an opera of intoxicatingly beautiful violence with the two of you. There won’t be any shortcuts, but there will be no quarter given to either of you...and we expect none given to us.

You’re not just fighting April Song and Diantha Moreau. You’re fighting a team of women who live, breathe and will die for this sport, someone who has been training for moments this significant since she was a small girl...and a Professional who was once lost in her vices before pro wrestling saved her life. Bring your best, friends. That is the only thing that will be good enough to get past a team like us.

I’ve nothing else to say, but I know someone who does...

Re: OWA Promos February 27th 2020, 7:59 pm by **Emmanuelle**

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand my tag team partner is one hundred percent on the money. I have a LOT of shit to say so Dulce, Alyssa, I’m going to start with you two and then work my way to some other issues at hand.

Dulce, I just want to be one of the last people to congratulate you on winning the OWA Women’s World Championship. I wasn’t in the mood for match-watching after I got dumped out of the Clash, but I took some time to watch what happened. You took yourself to a gear that, with all due respect, I didn’t even think you had in ya. You’re pretty fucking awesome and you deserve to be standing where you stand. BUT...I still have a bone to pick with anyone who says they’re the top champion on a show I’m on. You said you saw for yourself what I did with titles in other places, how I elevated it to a point of discussion/interest that it had no business being. And, you guessed fucking right 100 percent that I still think I have the top title on Odyssey.

The problem with that statement is a statistic that is driving me up the wall, a factoid that I can’t shake out of my brain: I haven’t defended the title since I won it months ago. MONTHS ago. Not days, not weeks, we’re literally getting into MONTHS now. I understand that we had a break, our shows are biweekly...but are you fucking kidding me? It’s looking like my first defense in like a third of a year holding this damn thing will be at Final Destination II. I don’t get it. Tag Team champs main evented a show not long ago on Atlantis. The Openweight title gets defended. All these other titles get defended, but why not mine?

Well, I would probably have a defense lined up right now, but I’ll talk about that a little bit later. Let me get back to our match, our tag team match. I am the hardest working person on this roster, hell this company in general. Nobody puts in the work that I do, not even you. Wrestleworld, here in OWA, LAW, even going over to Japan to team with my partner Diantha when I have the time. I have my hands in a lot of cookie jars and I proudly want it to be known I have a pretty insatiable sweet tooth. My goal is indeed to elevate the stature of this Goddesses Championship….and if for some reason Diantha fails to take it from Dulce...owning both the belts on one brand is a pretty tempting idea. Dulce, I love you to death. You’re class personified in a company and on a show that honestly doesn’t have a lot of true class. You and Nobi, I fucking tell ya. Some of the sweetest people. And you can rest easy, friend, there is no beef between us. I’ve got nothing but love and respect for you and everything you’ve accomplished and I consider it an honor to go out there and test my mettle against the Women’s World Champion again. The last time I squared up to the champion, I got a win. Unfortunately I can’t claim it off Natalie’s head, but making Azumi Goto quit is a decent enough consolation prize. -sigh- She’s still calling herself the Ace, ain’t she? What a preening little wench.

Anyway, all your suspicions and guesses have been confirmed, Dulce. I wouldn’t mind testing out some of my submissions on you, see if I can add your name to the list of many that I’ve tapped out, but I have a sneaking suspicion a certain Lioness is going to want to do some experimenting of her own with you...and not that awesome, two girls alone during a sleepover kind of experimenting. I do hope our paths cross another time other than this, preferably in one on one action. Iron sharpens Iron, I feel and the two of us going one on one with our respective skill sets would make OWA the epicenter of women’s wrestling.

As much as I’ve got my eye on Dulce, my OTHER opponent is the one that has my attention. Alyssa...I knew you’d come. You’ve been telling people that you have an eye for this title and honestly if I were you I would probably be pulling my hair out or prowling around looking for a certain tattooed young woman to pick a fight. I was impressed by what I saw when you were out there giving your all for a chance to face me. I don’t think you’ve been disrespectful, but you’ve definitely had a little lip to you. You told the world that you were good enough to beat me and you even introduced yourself TO ME as the person who was going to take this beautiful belt from around my well-sculpted waist.

Now you get to show the world why.

If I had my way, we’d have gotten this out of the way a long time ago and not in some tag team match. You and I would have already squared up for this title and either you would be wearing it or I would still be holding it. I’m a pretty big deal in the world of wrestling but apparently calling my shot for title defenses is still no-go territory for me. That said, I do have to make a tiny bit of a confession. While I was very much im-fucking-pressed with your work I do have to say that I don’t think you’re good enough to beat me. In fact, I know that I can beat you. I think I can tap you out, actually.

Now, don’t get too fired up or take it too personal, but I just saw too many opportunities that the other ladies that you were going against missed that I would absolutely feast on like the last Mardi Gras buffet before Ash Wednesday. You’re good, but me and you, we reside on different tiers when it comes to the pecking order around here. That’s not an insult, it’s just an honest assessment from where I sit. What happened last week was no fault of your own. You should be the top contender for my title, but seeing as the match ended in a no contest, THIS is the only real opportunity you’ll have. You want to make your case again that you’re good enough to go after the Beautiful Bout Machine’s gold? Well here you fucking go.

The problem I think for you will be the pressure. You’re a pretty hot up and comer, right? And by your own admission this is the roughest patch you’ve been in during your short career. What happens when the lights are on brightest, as bright as they could possibly be outside of an event like Clash of the Titans or Final Destination? You’re tagging with the best women’s wrestler in the world- For Now- against the Gold Standard of submission wrestling and the 2020 Clash of the Titans winner. This gets no bigger for you. Are you going to rise up and show us all what you’re made of? Or are you going to crumble? Again, this isn’t me trying to be a cunt and say you’re no good, but let’s face facts, the three women that will stand in the ring with you? We’re all bona fide. Dulce’s already got a hall of fame resume, Diantha’s finally hitting her stride and I’m April Fucking Song, the best techincal wrestler on the planet.

Whether or not I beat you this week, I still wouldn’t mind facing you for my title. I think I owe it to you and frankly you’re the only one who is trying to go about it the right way. You have my respect as a person and as a wrestler, even if I don’t quite see you as my equal...yet. You have a chance to change all that and my advice to you would be to take full advantage. They’re not handing out title matches like candy...unless you’re a tag team.

Speaking of, this match is the ultimate test of the Iron Squadron. We win here, you may as well add our names to the list of teams gunning for those belts. Nobi and Teddy Mac, I hope you boys are watching because the highlight reel that me and Diantha are going to put together against two of the best wrestlers on the planet is going to be something that should make you boys very, very nervous.

Now, I’ve talked my shit to Alyssa and I’ve given my respect to Dulce. This is the part where I veer off the topic of the main event, which is crazy to say. Roni. No more Miss Nice Girl, huh? No more rootin’ tootin’ hot young babyface who works hard for the fans’ love. You’re an evil little badass aren’t you? Tossing me around for a German onto that chair felt pretty good for you I bet. I do wonder why, and I think you’ve elaborated on why to a blunt enough point that’s acceptable enough for me.

I just have one question, baby: WHAT THE FUCK TOOK YOU SO LONG?

I have been begging, all but sending you invitations in the fucking mail, to come take this back. THE NIGHT THAT I WON IT, I TOLD YOU WHENEVER YOU’RE READY TO COME AND TRY TO TAKE IT BACK. I was expecting you to come in and brace yourself when you were ready...but I do have to give you credit for the “leave of absence” ruse. I couldn’t have done it better. You’re right, you didn’t lose this title. I won it. You didn’t get pinned or made to submit, but you agreed to challenge me to a match that played to all your strengths and none of mine...and you still fucking lost.

Did you think you getting a little attitude, some more bass in your voice and walking around with a smirk was going to scare me? Did you think I was going to back away after you did a little bang-up job on me, that other girl and Alyssa? She should be first in line, but honestly, I wouldn’t give a fuck if they gave you to me first. You’re due your rematch and an asswhipping. I never questioned your hunger, just your mindset. I never doubted your talent, only your resolve. But now that you’ve finally gotten your thumb out of your ass and have finally come calling, I just want to forewarn you: confrontations like the one you’re saying you want don’t startle me or make me feel anxious. Frankly I get moist at the thought of locking you in a submission, making you tap out and moving on to the next upstart in line. You’re not dangerous in my eyes, Roni….

But you are pretty to me. You’re not the only one who hides what they truly are around here. And if you thought what happened when you lost your title was painful and that filled you with hatred, imagine what I do to you when the kid gloves come off. You want your belt back? Come and get it bitch. You’ve exposed yourself for being a sleazy little rat. You want no part of the horrible monster that I try so hard to hide from you all. You got your one free shot in. Everyone gets one for free. Don’t press your luck or I can promise you now on my dog tags that you are not going to like how this story ends.

Diantha’s not backing down anymore and I’m always good for a fight. All those who really want to go to war with us, friends, respected peers, foes, rivals. We don’t give a fuck. The Iron Squadron will meet you all in the air…

AND SHOOT YOU ALL DOWN!

That’s all.

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