OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos February 27th 2020, 4:02 pm by **Selene**

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MOON GODDESS TALES EPISODE 2|ODYSSEY 22FEB2020|VERSUS MORRIGHAN McDONNELL

After a successful debut that is 1 down, but so many more to go.

For anyone who may have doubted if I would defeat Miho Li...you need help.

Divine Intervention perhaps, and I’m just the person to give it.

Of course you’ll have to wait until after Morrighan McDonnell that is…

“Yet another fellow newcomer has unfortunately been selected to be defeated by yours truly before even getting their footing. Oh Viola DeMarco...you truly are a cruel mistress aren’t you? To force this young woman into such an impossible situation to overcome with her entire career ahead of her. I respect it. But do you know what I do not respect? A common street rat who believes that she is big and bad because she’s fought other urchins before. Someone of my class and status should not have to interact with such scum as yourself Morrighan. Unfortunately I do not get to make the rules myself, I simply enforce one very simple rule upon the likes of you. Step up or Step aside. Rise to the level of a Deity such as myself or my cohorts within The Void or make yourself scarce in this place. If you fail to impress...or should I say WHEN you fail to impress, begone. Losers don’t deserve to grace the Omega Wrestling Alliance and consider themselves true Alphas of our industry.”

And that is my purpose, where I enter the picture.

My mission within this business is not only to showcase my Great Godly Might, but to eliminate all vermin who do not belong.

We call it Professional Wrestling for a reason correct? That is why I will make all of the Amateurs disappear!

So Morrighan McDonnell, it is time to put you to the test, do you truly have what it takes to hang with the best? I already know the answer to that question…

“And it is a definite NO! Absolutely NOT! You do not belong! You do not get to win! You will never be successful here! You are WEAK! You are PITIFUL! You are USELESS! You could never even begin to imagine what it is like to be someone like a Natalie Cage or a “Sweet” Roxy or even a Dulce Torres. And they are all just posers. Those who have pretended to be top tier talent off of false bravado. But then you look at The Void. You look at someone such as Eris. An imposing force. A Natural Born Leader. Someone who takes no prisoners, and allows no second chances. Eris does not make mistakes, nor does she hide behind statements without proving them accurate. Then you have someone like Nyx. A true force of nature. Someone with immense destructive capabilities like no other. And then you have Artemis. Possessing both a powerful physique and the mind of a true tactician. She’s taught me so much about truly tapping into my divine potential and making the most of my gifts for the benefit of myself and the entire Void.

Of course you’re not facing any of them this week.

You take on the Moon Goddess herself, Odyssey’s new breakout talent.

Someone who burst onto the scene and put everyone on notice from Night One.

Of course I am referring to myself, Selene.

“I must admit, it is much more fun to take on someone who seems to be a bit more competent and capable this week. You’ve got quite the Bravado you know. I respect it...but I don’t like it. We’ll make sure to straighten that out this Saturday. Maybe you’ve taken one too many bricks to the skull or whatever happens in the slums you come from. But I can assure you that Viola did not ban the rest of the Void from ringside for their safety. It was so afterthoughts such as yourself actually stood a fighting chance. Her job is to create an entertaining and interesting product. And as much as I hate to admit it, it’s better to watch a program where one entity is not slaughtering everything else in sight from beginning to end. And that is exactly what Saturday Night Odyssey would be if rules like this were not put in place. Without bans like this being enforced, The Void would literally run Viola DeMarco out of a roster. It would inevitably just be us. Even as individuals we can cause enough devastation. All united, no one stands a chance. Certainly not you…”

You claim you’ll ‘brutalize me’ and boast about coming from ‘underground fighting circuits’.

As if that is supposed to impress somebody, anybody. Let alone a true Goddess such as yours truly.

I’m glad you recognize my status, but please try not to be clever about it. You’ll hurt your simple mind.

I guess I should break it down to you nice and simple like huh neanderthal.

“You’re not special or different because you come from a background where rules are not put in place. Taking part in unsanctioned combat does not make you a badass. It makes you a dumbass! Literally pounding your brain cells into oblivion, no wonder you can’t grip the fact that you have no chance against me. You tried to be cute by saying I’ll be the one seeing stars on Odyssey when we face off. But in the end all you did was prove the difference between us. If you think it’s that simple then you’re sadly mistaken my dear. While you’re boasting about your physical dominance and all that, I’ll be grinding away at you. Chipping at your limbs. You’ve got four of them. It’s truly my pick. I suppose I should go for an arm just so you can’t ‘knock my lights out’. Huh? I’m just superior in every way. Mind, Body, Spirit. I’ve evolved beyond what you can attain. THAT is what it means to be a True Goddess. You’ll get first hand experience on Odyssey Morrighan. Maybe afterwards you’ll learn to mind your tongue when addressing your superiors, street rat.”

Morrighan McDonnell, I’m sure you’ve got many experiences so far given where you come from.

But you’ll learn the most valuable lesson in your life this Saturday.

‘Don’t talk shit, because you don’t know who you’re fucking with!’

That goes for the entirety of the Odyssey Roster by the way, courtesy of the Moon Goddess herself, Selene!

Re: OWA Promos February 27th 2020, 12:26 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

OOC: A little less than my average work, however life has been a little trying and hectic recently. Apologies to those involved in the bout, however it is better than nothing!

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We're greeted with the view of one Alyssa Grace in her natural habitat, a gym. It's far bigger than any one she's been in before and filled with expensive equipment, some which Alyssa did not know the purpose to but that was a perk of working for a company as well off as OWA. It is late at night, approximately eleven PM and the redhead had just concluded her daily workout. Seated on a bench, swigging the contents of a bottle of water as if her life depended on it, Alyssa proceeded to chuckle and wipe some sweat off her brow before beginning her speech. Admittedly she'd spent the past seven days or so with a lot on her mind and her body had been a little worse for wear following the attack she'd endured at the hands of Roni Ozborn but as always, whilst beaten and bruised, she was far from broken, far from down and out.

"You wanna know something? Last week when my victory was denied due to Roni Ozborn's surprising, greedy interference, I smiled. I smiled because I realised that although I had lost, although I didn't get to shock the world I still held my own and for the length of the match was every bit of a chance of winning. It was the first of many, many matches in the coming months where I'll prove my credentials and I back up everything that I say now and everything I'll say tomorrow. For my first main event here, it could've gone worse." Alyssa chuckles and then sighs, reaches down to grab her gym bag and then begins to head out, beckoning for the camera man to follow suit. "I've always known that challenges come in all shapes and sizes, especially in a business as unpredictable as ours, one week you're squaring against and up and coming sensation and the next you're thrown into the ring with an established superstar or vice versa. This has easily been the most trying month of my young career and it's only going to get wilder from here on, I say that not with distress or indignation, but with knowing that it's not due to a lack of effort on my part. As soon as I walked through these doors, I was thrown right into the mix of it all but even as I've already have been and will be tested in matches that pushed me mentally and physically, if and when I come up short not once will I ever go blaming someone else. Everything has been a learning experience where the lesson is that there's always room to grow, always ways to improve, and being self-aware enough to recognise all of that is what'll lead to prosperity. There's no denying that it's just going to get tougher but I'll never ask for this to be easy, not once will I ever wish that I could just get some free ride to the top and hope that everything just works out in my favour with things magically seeming to fall perfectly into place. A woman who appears to have the same mindset as I is none other than Dulce Torres, a champion, a fighter, an inspiration to many for good reasoning. I'm not trying to kiss ass here or sound like a fan-girl but even a blind man could recognise the legitimacy and greatness that comes with Dulce and having her in my corner this week makes me smile. It makes me smile because she's always one hundred percent dedicated to her craft and I know that the two of us stand a fighting chance against April and Diantha, from the second I found out what my match would be this week I knew that Dulce and I could go into this and fight our way to a win over two of the best to ever play this game. Compared to three quarters of the women involved in this match-up, I don't have anything to brag about, there's no credentials to my name yet and whilst I'm planning and working on changing that, I just hope that Dulce doesn't have any doubt in her mind about the selection of me as her partner, my never ending will to fight on is pretty crystal clear and whilst that solely is not enough to secure a victory and it is not what I rely on to get the job done, it's more than enough to make a statement and sometimes, just sometimes, that can be more beneficial for a career than a win."

By now, Alyssa had led the camera man and consequently any viewer outside, into the dark. The weather is remarkably cold but the hothead doesn't feel it, she remains silent as she allows the wind to make her hair dance and stand up in every and any direction. "It's no secret that I'm gunning for the Goddess' championship, I'm not even going to try and deny the fact that already my eyes are set on the gold that April Song holds so this week I'm using this as my chance to show her one on one how serious I am, getting my hands on her is also getting my hands on the chance to prove to her that I both want and deserve to be the woman who she defends against at Final Destination. April's career has been illustrious, the woman's done it all pretty much and there's no signs of her slowing down any time soon.. and that's why I'd love to be the next Goddess Champion. Everything comes to an end at one point or another." She trails off, thought setting in. "I don't know if I impressed her or anything last week but I know I'm not the only one who's placed a target on the back of Song and I know I'm not the only one who wants this but I know I'm the only one who'll do ANYTHING to RIGHTFULLY earn a shot at the gold, after all what satisfaction is gained by getting an opportunity illegitimately? When Roni took out April, Llorana and myself it became clear to me that despite the ancient history and attachment she has to the title in question, she doesn't deserve another chance. Plus, why would April want to go against someone who's she's already beaten before? Maybe I'm being crazy but certainly she'd like a fresh face, a new and actual challenge?? I can provide that. However, let's not get carried away by focusing too much on the future for right now the most important thing is the present."

She points upwards, towards the sky, the camera following her hand. The sky is littered with stars, they shine brightly. "Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A grin appears on her features. "That's quite possibly one of my favourite quotes and I feel like I can apply that to the position I find myself in right now. Some may think I have animosity towards Diantha Moreau for the fact she was the woman able to do what we all wanted to do back at Clash Of Titans but that's far from true. I have no issue with the woman, no jealousy, no envy, nothing like that and I stand by me previously saying I both enjoy and respect her work. Hell, I respect April as well, I just think I'd stand out with that title. There was a silver lining in the cloud that came with my loss at Clash Of Titans and I'm confident that in due time, I'll be able to look back on that and be thankful Diantha won. Do I believe Diantha will be the one to beat Dulce? Honestly, I don't know. That isn't my business, I just look forward to seeing the two of them eventually butt heads. Today, my only concern is putting on a classic match. I intend to bring all the fire inside me to our bout and when this is all said and done and Dulce and I add another victory to our names? I'll still respect both April and Diantha, I'll be thankful that they gave my partner and I a good challenge. I just hope that feeling is returned, if not? I have no issue in earning their respect.. the hard way." The scene fades out following a wink and Alyssa heads back inside.

(Colored texted in the lower right hand corner that reads of the following)

OWA.com
Exclusive

(The scene opens backstage at the Wellness Arena, Greenville, South Carolina, just as people are just beginning to file in and set up to prepare for OWA Odyssey will be set to hit the airwaves live as OWA backstage reporter Cori Simmons is standing by with a microphone in her hand in front of the Odyssey backdrop with the camera up with a close up on her smiling beaming but ever professional lovely face.)

Cori Simmons: "This is Cori Simmons live from Greenville, South Carolina and really excited to see what happens whenever OWA Odyssey hit live from right here in the Wellness Center with a white hot crowd, and my guest at this time is the young, spunky, up and coming rookie rising star "Invincible" Miho Li and her coach and manager "The HellFighter" at this time."

(The camera pans out to reveal "Invincible" Miho Li and her manager "The HellFighter" towering high above and over Miho and Cori as the seven foot, three hundred pound retired former superstar stands stoic and quiet as Cori directs her attention onto the Riverside, California second generation superstar of the world famous Slayton family dynasty. Miho is dressed in her ring attire including her trademark sleeveless hoodie overcoat, sunglasses, and a custom made t-shirt that reads on the front in red letter on black that reads "Behold, the Kong Conqueror cometh to Greenville, South Carolina".)

Cori: "Miho Li, despite presently being winless ever since you have debuted here in OWA, the OWA Universe has been all the buzz that despite being defeated, you have garnered more than your fair share of attention and taken each and every one of your competition to their respective limits. What are your thoughts on your current standing here in the OWA and how has that affected your mindset going into tonight whenever you set foot in the ring and square off against the debuting 'The Queen Behemoth' herself, Keisha Kong?"

Miho Li: "I am very thankful for the opportunity to be wrestling here in the OWA, and so far I have been thrown out into the deep end. I have stepped up and went toe to toe against some of the best wrestlers the world and the OWA has to offer. Yeah, so I've lost, and nobody likes to lose, but rather than get into my head, beat myself up over what could had and feel sorry for myself for how I haven't won a match. I need to recognize that I am going up against the best that the company has to offer. Yes, they have defeated me, but by no means does that mean that they are better than me? No, it doesn't. It just wasn't my night but while people like Dulce Torres has gone on and become champion, I am still trying to get my first win. It just goes to show that this business is damned hard, but I was born and bred for this business. I am only eighteen years old. I am just getting started, and sometimes one has to fall before they can truly fly."

Cori: "Last week, you fought against Selene and many people are saying that you were royally screwed and should had won that match had it not been for The Void getting involved during your match. What are your thoughts on what happened last week?"

Miho: "Yes, I came back and had Selene on the ropes, yes The Void made their presence known, but I am not going to throw the red flag and call for booth review over it because nonetheless, I made the mistake of falling right into Selene's move and she still took me down dead to rights for the one-two-three. It doesn't matter whether one loses via an squash or a screw job, winning is winner, and losing is losing. There is no use crying over spilled milk. The only thing that I can say to Selene is don't lose me in the dust of your rear view because I'll be back again real soon. She can count on that one, and if I have to The Void in order to get to her I will do exactly that."

Cori: "Now going into your match tonight on Odyssey against Keisha Kong, what kind of mindset do you have against this debuting Queen Behemoth?"

Miho: "Oh plenty, I've got plenty to say on Keisha Kong. This is a woman that has been in this business longer than I have been alive. This is a woman that has more experience in her little finger than I do in my entire body. If we melt down all of her accolades and all of her championship title wins, we could make a life sized replicate of Keisha Kong. This is a woman that takes girls like me and will grind my ass up into breakfast and eat pieces of crap like me for breakfast."

(HellFighter softly taps Miho on the shoulder.)

HellFighter: "Ah Miho, she eats pieces of crap for breakfast?"

(Miho starts to say something, but then stops and rethinks her response, suddenly realizing what she had just said, she has this sheepish, impish look on her face as she quickly recovers.)

Miho: "Ah yes...no...I don't know. When I set foot in that ring and I smell said crap on Keisha's breath then I'll guess I will let you know. Can I continue coach?"

HellFighter: "Yes, continue lil Miho."

Miho: "Thank you. Keisha Kong, this is a woman that beats up girls like me and possibly guys like him (she points to HellFighter standing behind her) mercilessly and takes our lunch money...

(Miho removes her sunglasses and looks directly into the camera as it zooms in close in on her face.)

Miho: "I don't like bullies, and I will stand up, and I will go toes to nose with you. You more than tower over me, and you outweigh me by well over two hundred pounds, but I will make you ask the question 'what does it take to beat this lil girl?' I will prove that I can go all night against you and I will do exactly that. I am going to steal the show and I am going to snap this losing streak that I am on, and I will do it against you live and in front of the entire world. They will be buzzing about this for weeks how the little eighteen year old girl from Riverside, California took down the Queen Behemoth from Philly. I will go the distance, I will climb the mountain and claim my first victory. I will be the Kong conqueror. I will take you down...with all due respect. Now that's all I have to say and you can quote me on it, all of it. See you in the ring Keisha."

(Miho Li and HellFighter walk off leaving Cori Simmons alone in front of the camera.)

Cori: "Strong, focused, confident words from "Invincible" Miho Li. Will she claim her very first victory here in the OWA or will the debuting Keisha Kong put the hurt on the young girl and add another loss to her record? One thing is for sure, you do not want to miss moment of Odyssey live from right here in Greenville, South Carolina when it comes on. This is Cori Simmons, OWA.com bringing to you this exclusive. Tune and find out and I will see you at the fights."

(The scene slowly fades out on Cori Simmons' face.)

Round Two...LET'S GO! February 27th 2020, 2:54 am by **The Banshee**

The camera opens up inside a dimly-lit boxing gym. Sitting on a low stool, near a dark corner where a torn punching bag slowly rests, is Morrighan McDonnell. She is staring off towards the floor, an emotionless look plastered on her face. Morrighan slowly turns her head and looks towards the camera. Finally, after several moments of silence, Morrighan starts speaking in a low, raspy voice:

"Last time on Odyssey, I made my debut against that seal clubblin' bitch Joanetta Stone. She thought she had it in the bag. I took that disrespect very seriously. She paid for it with every elbow strike, every uppercut... I nearly had the match won... But then I made a mistake, and it cost me the match. Yeah, Joanetta did beat me in the end, but she didn't go through it unscathed. She'll be hearing the Banshee's screams in her nightmares. They all will..."

Morrighan slowly turns her gaze to the side, apparently lost in thought. She then continues:

"Whispers in the walls suggest that I look out for Selene and her Sasquatch Sisterhood known as The Void... Sorry if I'm not terrified. I know that Odyssey General Manager Viola DeMarco has banned the other members from ringside... She did them a favor. They should thank her, maybe send her flowers. She's not doing it for my safety, after all..."

Morrighan suddenly turns her eyes back towards the camera, as it quickly zooms in on her angry face:

"She's doing it for the safety of everyone on the roster. It's no secret how dangerous I am! Because I'll absolutely brutalize and beat down anyone that stands in my path! I came up on the underground fighting circuits, where oftentimes the only rule was to simply survive. Well, I didn't just survive, I fucking dominated! Selene, you call yourself the Moon Goddess, well I couldn't agree more. Because this Saturday night, after I show you exactly why I'm the most dangerous girl alive... you'll be seeing stars... you'll even be seeing your own blood as you gaze up at the lights, wondering "how the hell did I get my cave troll ass kicked so fast!" The answer is simple! You stepped into the Banshee's ring! You think your size will intimidate me? I'm a misfit of carnage, and even the tallest trees can be chopped down by a single axe! And I'm more than a hatchet... I'm a damn battleaxe, and this Saturday night, I'll go full fucking chainsaw!!! Just remember Selene, the second that the bell rings, I'm gonna knock the taste off that disease-ridden tongue!"

Morrighan calms down, her breathing going back to normal. A once-frozen scowl has morphed into a crooked smile.

"So why am I here, fighting on Odyssey? Hmmm....that's an easy question to answer... I want to prove that I'm absolutely the best fighter on the planet. That starts with taking out all contenders on the Odyssey roster... After all, I have no friends... I need no friends... I have no obstacles to slow me down, to take away my focus... I will give the people a new reason to watch Odyssey every Saturday night. A new face to sell t-shirts and video games to kids. A new role model for young girls to aspire to be. And most of all... a new face for the company. It's only a matter of time... And Selene, time is certainly NOT on your side...as Saturday draws near..."

The camera starts to slowly zoom out...

"Last week, this crowd got a preview of what I can do against top competition. I'm looking once again to push another wrestler to her absolute breaking point, only this time I'm going to take Selene well beyond her breaking point as I shatter her nose, as well as her hopes for victory! Beware, Selene... and tell your pachyderm friends to stay in the back, unless they want an adjoining hospital bed next to yours. All you bitches better beware the Battlin' Banshee!"

A sinister laugh is heard in the background as the camera slowly fades to black.

Re: OWA Promos February 26th 2020, 11:58 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

Because of one woman who calls herself Hera Incarnate, my tag team partner has lost his heart, his will to fight.

Because of her, my dream, OUR dream of rebuilding the OWA tag team division in our image has been delayed.

Because of Aria Jaxon, my Final Destination path for the time being is unclear. What is clear is that for the second week in a row, I find myself in Pennsylvania, the sweaty armpit of America. A near-frozen hellhole that someone like me shouldn’t ever have to visit on business. Here I am though, carrying Atlantis just like I carry Kingdom, just like I carried Olympus until I got drafted back to Kingdom. People can say that I don’t have my title anymore, that I haven’t held a Singles title since we were going into Final Destination I. They’re right.

People are talking about finding “suitable opponents' ' and all this other shit, people picking and choosing their Ascension to the Heavens participants like they’re picking out groceries online. You have pigeons like Dulce and my dumbass sister respecting each other and blowing rainbows out of each other’s asses.

That’s not me.

If I can’t have the satisfaction of crushing Kenny Drake or Bull Connors for a World Championship in front of tens of thousands of people, at least I can indulge myself in simpler pleasures. Devon Slayton is a fine enough wrestler. Someone who has done well in Japan, someone who is one of the most technically sound wrestlers in the world. No technical skill is going to save him from the compete and total asswhooping that awaits him. I’m not saying this to be cute or downplay him, he’s good. But the problem for him is that he has the unfortunate, unenviable task of facing me when I’m very pissed off.

You all know that this is Ash Wednesday, right? The start of Lent, all that other nonsense. Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday was yesterday. For the first time since my wrestling career began, I didn’t partake of any Carnival festivities. THAT is the extent of what Aria Jaxon did to me and Keelan, crippling my Zaibatsu. She was mad that she was eliminated from a match that has no rules, so she had to come out and help two unworthy cretins steal our gold? Where is our return match? Where is our rematch for Final Destination? Why is it that the same people can run around getting match after match for gold, but someone like ME, who ALWAYS SHOWS UP AND HITS HOME RUNS WHEN IM BROUGHT IN TO PINCH HIT, GETS THE FUCKING SHAFT?

MILTIADES FELL ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL AS TELEVISION CHAMPION! WHO DOES OWA CALL TO RESTORE THAT TITLES PRESTIGE?! ME!

Keelan saw that the Dollhouse was vulnerable, that the OWA Openweight Tag Team scene needed fresh blood, our blood, who did he and OWA turn to when the Bimbo Express started to come off the rails?

ME!

I have given this organization TWO YEARS of Carlos Rosso classics. Two years of quality….fuck, I dragged REGINALD to a decent enough match. Jeff X, Gareth Cason, Moongoose, Miltiades, Maggall or whatever he’s calling himself now. Who did all the work to help all these people shine? Who is going to make someone as bland as Devon Slayton shine bright as a summer star?

I am.

Aria, I know that you’re going to be in the building. I want you to watch each and every hold, each and every strike. I want you to sit in the front row. I want you to see me batter this man. Why? Because I want you to get an up close and exclusive look at your future. You may not understand the extent of your actions just yet, but taking food off my plate doesn’t go unpunished. You KNOW, of all people, what a merciless asshole I am. You’ve seen what I’ve done to people who steal from me.

Our paths, they’re gonna cross. It may be at the OWA Arena, it may be in one of these other God-forsaken hell holes. It may be at Final Destination for all I know. But please, get comfortable and watch a Main Event Maestro turn up the intensity, turn up the interest and turn up the heat as only I can. You people don’t seem to understand that no matter what you do, no matter what you put in front of me, no matter what kind of setbacks I have, I will always rise. I will continue to prove that even after a decade I am the most complete wrestler in the world.

Nobi, you and your little waste of space better hold those titles tightly. Cherish each and every moment you spend with them. Take all the little selfies with the snot-nosed children, promote all the movies, get all the fucking shine on. Because once I’m done smashing Devon Slayton to tiny pieces, once I have DESTROYED the myth of Aria Jaxon….we’re coming to take back something that we never shouldn’t have lost. And if Keelan isn’t ready? I’ll find another person to do the job.

Mr. Slayton, I just want to apologize to you one final time for what’s going to happen when we step in the ring. Under normal circumstances, I would be looking forward to this. These aren’t normal circumstances. People need to be reminded who the apex predator around here truly is. People need to be reminded of my greatness.

And people need to understand that the end of all their hopes and dreams is just one Southern Lariat away. Your Lariat is coming...may the Good Lord have mercy upon your soul.

One way or another, you're next....Rainbow Brite.

Re: OWA Promos February 26th 2020, 11:47 pm by **Bull Connors**

Atlantis/Promo No. 1

“Scotty Who?”

“I’m sorry, I… seem to forget who you are.”

“Please, I hope that you can excuse my forgetfulness. It’s just that… I feel like I’ve seen your face before, but I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh! Now I know why that face is so familiar to me now. You and me… we’ve been in the same ring before, haven’t we? Yes, it was a very long time ago. Before I’d reached my peak as a professional wrestler and fully established myself as one of the greatest wrestlers in OWA’s history. It was only two years ago, but so much as changed since then… it might as well have been twenty years ago. Most of the biggest names from that period have retired by this point, or are currently planning to retire soon. Even a lot of the young up-and-comers got lost in the shuffle, either fading into total obscurity or going to other companies to try and find success. You were one of the ones who got lost in the shuffle, Scotty. Ironic, since out of all the other wrestlers who competed in that Ultimate X match… you were one of the ones that everyone thought would’ve became a superstar. You left that ring as a winner, a champion, the first-ever OWA Spartan Champion to be exact. That should’ve been the beginning of a great career, filled with accomplishments and plenty of classic matches that would solidify your status as one of the greatest wrestlers in OWA’s history. Unfortunately, that’s not quite how everything turned out for you… is it?”

“No, that match at Hardcore Havoc would ultimately prove to be the beginning and the end of your career in OWA. Don’t get me wrong, you did have an impressive reign with the championship and successfully defended it against some fairly “tough” competition. However, from the very moment that you lost that championship, your career became completely and utterly… stagnant, like many of your fellow contemporaries on Kingdom at that time. Thornton, Caspian, Monolith… all of them failed to find any significant amount of success beyond their initial tenures in OWA, outside of competing with you over the Spartan Championship. Just like all of them, you also decided to leave the company for some reason or another. Not that I really noticed, mind you. By that point, I already had the God of War Medallion and successfully proven myself as one of OWA’s most promising up-and-comers. Now, more than a year since then… I became the first person to ever become a two-time Omega Heavyweight Champion. While you’ve just been sitting on your ass and doing absolutely fuck-all, I became one of the indisputable faces of OWA. Now, after a surprise return and an underwhelming performance at the Clash… you’re suddenly going to receive a match with me?! Granted, I’m aware of the fact that it’s going to be a non-title match, but still… a match with the current Omega Heavyweight Champion isn’t something that should just be given to someone who’s barely been back in this company for a fucking month. That’s total bullshit! I expect to be treated with a certain level of respect that any world champion deserves. Which means that I shouldn’t be wasting my time with a fucking has-been like Scotty Adams, and that I’ve got much bigger things to worry about.”

“Oh well, at the very least, I’ll be able to see if you’ve still got what it takes to succeed around here and maybe, just maybe… you’ll actually be a fucking challenge. If I’m going to receive a match with you, I might as well try to get some enjoyment out of it, am I right? After all, beating the living shit out of a former OWA Spartan Champion is just going to be another reminder to every single motherfucker in this company that I’m the one who runs this show. Anyone who tries to claim otherwise is either a fucking retard or completely delusional. Regardless, Scotty Adams is going to end up being another name that will be added to the growing list of broken bodies that I’ve left in the middle of a wrestling ring. Even if I don’t want this match, nor do I think that Scotty deserves to even be in my presence. I’m going to make the most of this opportunity that I’ve been given.”

“I can fucking promise you that.”

Re: OWA Promos February 26th 2020, 11:37 pm by Kevin Maverick

Olympus Promo #1

“Drip Gawd Conference #1”

(The scene opens up with Kevin Maverick entering the conference room with his assistant Young Reyhan. The room is filled with various sports journalists eager to hear what The Drip Gawd had to say. The new OWA Openweight Champion is dressed in a suit while Young Reyhan is wearing a black Destiny 2 shirt. Kevin places the title on the table and sits down with his feet on the table.)

Kevin Maverick: Welcome to the first of many Openweight Press Meeting, hosted by yours truly, the Drippest of Gawds, OWA Openweight Champion Kevin Maverick! Next to me is "Queen's Finest", the "Sultan of Sativa" himself, my assistant Young Reyhan!

Young Reyhan: Aye.

Kevin Maverick: Aight fams and famettes, who wants to spit first?

(Several hands go up. Kevin smiles and points at a bearded redhead wearing a hipster flannel shirt.)

Kevin Maverick: Big Red, you're up!

SBNation: Thank you, Your Dripness. Now that you've taken back your Openweight Championship, what's next?

Kevin Maverick: What's next? Well Red, a brotha needs to keep his ear to the ground and be alert for any fools who think they can snatch this from my hands...again. You see, Derelict had his turn with my title and I stayed away since Boiling Point and allowed him to keep my baby in his possession until I felt confident enough to take it back. Now that I'm champ again, homie can Skip to My Lou his ass out of here. It was like this with Alessandro - another wannabe trying to make a name for himself. But guess what? His chances are null and void for the time being. I know his sorry ass wants a rematch, but he ain't getting it!

(A nerdy woman wearing a white button-up stands with a mic attached to her phone.)

CBS Sports: So what about this tag match you're about to have on Olympus against Derelict and Baba Yaga

Kevin Maverick: What about? So some vagabond and crazy cat lady wants a shot at The Kid? Fine, but this ain't Japan. There's no pinning the champ in a tag match for a shot at the title. You have to earn it just like anybody else. Maybe that was possible in 2019, but this is 2020, Year of Barbara Walters baby! We're playing by MY RULES and if you want to get into Club Openweight then you have to impress me.

(A tall brotha in a blue dress shirt stood up.)

Ebony: Maybe that's the plan. Derelict is trying to get back in the club with his friend.

Kevin Maverick: (Shakes head) Ladies' Night is on Thursday fam. Fridays are for the freaks and ballers of the world. And you bet this Drip Gawd is a baller...and a freak.

(Kevin winks at the camera. A very familiar looking black girl stands up in the crowd with four of her sistas. The girl holds up a mic and points towards the champ.)

Familiar Girl: Is that what you say to all the Beckys?

Young Reyhan: Beckys?

Familiar Girl: Yeah, like that snow bunny you got up in your house with OUR 24/7 Championship!

(Familiar Girl and her sistas reveal themselves to be Tina and The Queen Hive: Naheesha, Thomasina, Maeve, and that hoe Jacinta!)

Kevin Maverick: Oh, it’s you five. Listen, The Man got`that belt now. It’s above me now.

(Kevin crosses his arms.)

Maeve: Above you now!? So what, it’s between us and God now!?

Young Reyhan: That’s right! The Boss has bigger fish to fry!

Kevin Maverick: Like that walking anime trope Baba Yaga! He gets his kicks from claiming he’s a nobody just so he can tell people that “nobody has beaten somebody!” Well guess what!? I’m somebody! And if he and his feline friend wants to get anywhere near my belt, he’s gonna have to prove that he’s somebody too!

(A plan guy in a plain white t-shirt stands up)

Ringside News: Your partner on Friday is going to be none other than Nathan Fiora. With these “Starkman” roaming around, do you think that’s going to be a problem in this match?

(Kevin and Reyhan both blink for a moment before turning to face one another. They laugh and then back to the crowd.)

Kevin Maverick: Man, fuck a Starkman.

Young Reyhan: Fuck a Starkman!

Kevin Maverick: That cat has nothing to do with me. All I know is that Soundclout Jesus better pull his weight so we can get it done. His “avocado on the side” ass better not pull a Keeton and show the fuck up. I’m a champ now (again) I can’t be looking bad in front of the camera.

Jacinta: You already do with those weak ass shoes!

(Kevin and Reyhan blinks.)

Kevin Maverick: E-excuse me!? Did you just insult #YaBoi’s kicks!?

Young Reyhan: She insulted the sneaks of the Drip Gawd! SECURITY:!!

(“Killa Heem”, Maverick’s personal bodyguard comes walking out.)

Kevin Maverick: Hold Killa Heem!

(Killa Heem stays in position with his hungry ass eyes locked onto that hoe ass Jacinta.)

Kevin Maverick: listen, Flex has your 24/7Championship. But don’t ya’ll worry, #YaBoi is gonna get that too. Now if you keep ya’ll mouths shut you can stay and MAYBE I’ll treat ya’ll to Applebee’s.

Naheesha: I'm a Ruby Tuesday’s kind of girl.

Young Reyhan: What do you think this is Pittsburgh!? There ain’t no goddamn Ruby Tuesdays out here!?

Killa Heem: Actually...there is.

Young Reyhan: What!?

Killa Heem: (shows phone) It’s over in Elizabethtown.

Kevin Maverick: Elizabethtown!? Like the movie?

Killa Heem: Ye.

Kevin Maverick: (slowly nods) Good film. I like Orlando Bloom and Cameron Crowe is a great director. Aight, folks! If These five flackas apologize for insulting my Travis Scott/Nike SB Dunk Low kicks - which is not event out yet mind you - then Ruby Tuesday is on me.

Ebony: Even us?

Kevin Maverick: Yes, and I’ll cop you a glass of Henny my brotha.

Ebony: Right on!

(The Queen Hive look at each other and huddle. Several moments later, Tina pops her head out from the huddle.)

Tina: You gonna feed us!? Bet! We’re sorry!

Kevin Maverick: Aight! Saddle out folks! A Drip Gawd needs to eat before fighting a homeless dude and crazy cat lady!

Young Reyhan: Regulators...MOUNT UP!

(Everyone gathers their things and peaces out to Ruby Tuesday!)

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Re: OWA Promos February 26th 2020, 11:32 pm by **Stark**

The Newest Testament
Book 2
Sermon 4: To Achieve Sainthood

*Nico Borg and Jesus Christ stand at the foot of the Uluwatu Temple in Pecatu. Christ looks up at the massive monument with awe, while Nico turns to the camera and begins to speak.*

Nico: For once, our opponent in combat this week... is not a heathen? Not a degenerate? Not an infidel? Can it be... that he is holy? Holier than most? Purer than most? A man with a heart not of avaricious gold, but of benevolent clay? A man who understands that the dirt we all come from and return to is the dirt we must all respect? A man who regards the beauty of life and the aesthetic of nobility? A man, who without any sense of irony, is a true White Knight? Can it be?

Christ: It can, and it is. There is no shame in me saying this - Nobi is a Saint. And a true one at that. No pretense. No nonsense. Simply a desire to change the world and make it better - not by any means necessary, but by sticking to his morals and values, no matter whether they lead him to victory or defeat. Nobi is a man who has all my respect - and if I was not the Son of God, the Savior of the World, if I were just a man - I’d have no shame in admitting that Nobi is worthy of standing by my side.

Nico: Yet we must still address the fundamental problem here, My Lord - we need not saints for our conquest. We need WARRIORS. And that, Nobi, is the line at which you fail. Time and time again throughout your career, your proclivity to do good instead of doing well has been your downfall. Ever heard of being “too nice”? A fatal character flaw. After all, it was Abel who was struck and killed by his snake of a brother, Cain. This world is no place for Saints, my friend. This world is for those who have what it takes to make it their own. And who better to do just that, than the man for whom this world was created, the Son of God, Jesus Christ Himself?!

Christ: Nobi. I rarely speak to my competitors directly, as they are all of inferior being. However, you do have my earnest respect, which is why I must say - we simply have met at the wrong place at the wrong time. You stand in the middle of my Crusade. Here, you are simply an obstacle that I must remove from my path... for there are those who must be smitten down for real. Heretics, dissidents... Gypsies... So I ask you - do not take what I will do to you on Olympus personally. Instead, learn from it. Understand my power. Understand the difference between us. And one day, I will allow you to come serve at my side once this wretched land of the Planet Earth is turned into my PERSONAL Kingdom of Heaven.

Nico: Amen.

*The two enter the temple as the video cuts out.*

Re: OWA Promos February 26th 2020, 8:42 pm by **Dulce Torres**

I still can’t believe it. I’m OWA Women’s World Champion. I swear, pitch me if I’m dreaming, but I’m wide awake. At Clash of the Titans, Natalie Cage gave me the fight of my life. Whenever we face-off, I know that’s exactly what I look forward too. Each me, we surpass each other. We look for ways to raise the bar from our last encounter. I knew I need to put everything on the line to become Women’s World Champion. I can’t believe that I ended Natalie’s historic championship reign. It was emotional for me. Deep in my heart, I knew that I needed to get the job done at Clash. I needed to take down Natalie. I did that. There were not many people who expected me to get the job done. Don’t get me wrong, they wanted me to get the job done, but did they expect for it to happen? I’m not too certain about that, but I’m the champion. I have a date with Diantha Moreau at Final Destination. This tag team match serves nothing more than the purpose to progress towards Final Destination 2. At this edition of Odyssey, I’m teaming with a woman, who made an immediate impact at Clash of the Titans and eliminated a former Women’s World Champion in Sweet Roxy. Alyssa Grace is someone, who could be a future Goddesses Champion. She could eventually hold this championship on my shoulder. It’s a shame that her match left her without a clear winner, but she should look at this match as a way to get a victory over the Goddesses Champion, perhaps? For me, I will be using this match as a preview of what I can expect from Diantha at Final Destination. From our last encounter, I would love to believe that we’ve grown and gotten some new tricks underneath our sleeve. There’s no doubt that we’re going to steal the show.

First off, I don’t have an issue with April Song. Anyone that looks to elevate the Goddesses Championship to different heights, is good in my book. Honestly, all the championships you’ve won in various companies? It doesn’t matter to me whatsoever. It’s what I told Stephanie Matsuda when I faced her a while back. Yes, it’s nice that April was able to accomplish some amazing things outside of OWA. I’m not going to take that away from April, who worked her hardest to win those matches and keep those championships with her. What happens in this company? That’s what I want to know. That’s all I care about. Being the Goddesses Champion means that you are one of the hardest working women on this brand. It means that you’re a workhorse and that’s a championship I held with so much pride and respect. I’ve seen how April has carried the equivalents of the Goddesses Champion in various promotions and I would love nothing more than for her to bring that energy with the championship on her shoulder. April doesn’t need me to tell her any of this nor do I think that she is going to bring down the significance of the Goddesses Championship. If anything, she will be doing everything in her power to try to surpass everything that I’ve done for that championship. I would not be surprised if April sees her self as the top champion on Odyssey. It was the same mentality I had when I was Goddesses Champion. I did everything in my power to make sure that I wasn’t looked at as a secondary champion. I wanted to make sure that people didn’t view me as inferior due to the championship on my shoulder. I’m not going to do what Natalie did with me during the Draft show earlier this season. I’m not going to parade around all smug and talk down on the championship that made me a household name. I love the Goddesses Championship. I have no issues with April Song. I’m not too certain if there’s some sort of respect between the two of us, but I’m more than willing to give anyone the benefit of the doubt. Until they cross me. Even then, it’s difficult to get me angry, but I always remained fired up no matter what emotions I feel. I believe that it’s going to translate really well inside the ring.

Second of all, I feel like Diantha Moreau and I know our thoughts and feelings are for each other. We fought alongside each other at Civil War. We’ve clashed for the Goddesses Championship. Now, we anticipate our OWA Women’s World Championship match at Final Destination 2. Much like with April, I don’t have any hatred for Diantha. As far as I know, she hasn’t shown me any disrespect. She’s one of the hardest working women I know. She has busted her ass off to get the stigmas away for her name. She doesn’t want to be known as a former member of Wolvesden. She doesn’t want to be known as Natalie Cage’s lackey, Carlos Rosso’s sister and April Song’s tag team partner. She wants to be Diantha Moreau. I get that. Final Destination provides her with an opportunity to be known as the OWA Women’s World Champion. If I wasn’t the champion, I would more than love to see her get the moment. Perhaps, there’s the woman inside of me that wants to see her get her due. As the champion, I can’t let that happen. I’m aware of Diantha’s struggles. I know how much she has struggled to get to this point in her career. She has had the opportunity of being champion slip from her grasps and if she can’t get the job at Final Destination? What is it going to take for her to finally win and become champion? I wish I knew the answer to that question, but much like Final Destination, I can’t let Diantha and April walk away with the victory. Diantha can do everything to sound intimidating, but I’ve heard worse from Natalie. At this point, there’s not much that can phase me. There’s nothing much that can intimidate me because I’ve heard it all. I’ve faced and conquered all the well-known names on Odyssey. I’m the one that took down Natalie. I don’t mean to say that in order to brag, but this championship on my shoulder means that I’m the new main target that a lot of these women are looking to take down and Diantha, you’re just one of them. I’ve taken you down quite a few times already. I’m aware that I can’t use our last encounters in the ring as something to justify winning at Final Destination. Instead, I can only use it to push me to become better and make sure that there is no different result than me retaining the Women’s World Championship.

This tag team match is going to be quite interesting to me, but I look forward to teaming with Alyssa Grace. All I ask for her is to bring a ton of fire and determination going into the match. Prove that she’s the future of this brand and company. Diantha, April, I hope you bring your fire as well. As for me, I plan to go out there and show everyone that I didn’t get lucky at Clash of the Titans. I do deserve to carry this championship around and there is no one that is going to tell me any other way.

Re: OWA Promos February 26th 2020, 8:01 pm by **Gareth Cason**

Olympus Promo #1: “There's Been Some Changes"

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Could it be? Gareth Cason being cheered on an episode of Olympus? My… the wind has changed. For the first time in history, an audience has accepted me as the man to carry their hopes into the ring. I feel…. A weird amount of pressure from that sentiment. Not that I'm pressured to win. I'm always able to do that, more pressured to do more things that the fans would like. Figuring that out is gonna be a doozy. I'm not quite sure how it works. But for now I'm just going to wrestle my style and see if it works for them. Honestly, I'm not all that worried about it. And the fact that they and I know I can defeat Bull Connors is a great thing, because I was strong without a mass of people behind me. Imagine how strong I'm going to be with them behind me.

Alexander Iscariot presents an interesting case. The man is gigantic, really, he's huge… but… he couldn't defeat Layne Kurobane. Really? I probably could beat Layne with one hand tied behind my back, blind and in the process of post-mortem. The guy was a has-been before he ever even was. That started with his loss against Scott Oasis following Finnegan Wakefield’s vacancy of the OWA Title. He had an opportunity to immortalize himself, had his chance and failed. Now you can say that I had my chance to defend my championship and failed. But at least I became champion. That's more than Layne can ever say about himself.

As for Alexander, he is my opponent going into Olympus. All I know about him is that he's very big, as I said before. And that he's very religious. A.. perplexing combination of discernable traits mate. He's apparently the church's chosen handyman who goes out to fight people and collect money so that it can keep running. So he's a big fucker with a good cause huh? Well more power to him. Just gotta say that this place is sorta cutthroat when you're someone who could be perceived as a threat. Someone like Alexander who is gigantic and intimidating certainly falls under that category. But I've beaten big guys before. Remember my match with Monolith? Yeah, using his size to his advantage really did not go well for him. I still managed to pick up the victory and ended up winning the Ascension to the Heavens briefcase. Which leads us to here quite nicely doesn't it?

And speaking of my title… yes MY title. It just happens to have someone warming it up for me to take it back. That man being the ever present Bull Connors. You finally got a career trajectory now, Bull? Finally got something that'll get you out of catering and into the damn ring? That's great to hear because as you know, every champion who's lost their title deserves a rematch. And as I've pointed out to you, I happen to be three and one against you in one on one competition. What a statistic that is. I'm sure it makes you frown every time you see it, you fuckin joke. I'm glad it does too. Because you're never gonna be as good as I am in that ring. One victory doesn't prove your dominance. You were the better man, as I said. But you were only the better man for one night. I refuse to let this continue. First a loss to Derelict. Now you? I'm beginning to think I might be going crazy. Or maybe I took a first class ticket to bizarro world. Either way, holy shit this is weird. I'm not quite used to the feeling of losing but i have to admit when someone gets the better of me. Learn from my mistakes and buck up for next time. It's just as important to acknowledge the loss as to learn from it. And I intend to do both. As for Layne, I still don't quite see why he even earned a shot at the title. I don't think anyone is gonna ever convince me that he did earn a shot at the title.

I just want to say that things are different…. That they've changed. Of course I want to win. But I've now realized that I may have started doing this whole wrestling thing for the wrong reasons. Originally it was about being the best. I wanted to steamroll every single person I saw and break people with a smile on my face. But… all the anger that I had really just got to me and made me dare I say… worse as a wrestler. So here I am, it's a different journey now. I'm here to have fun. I'm here to challenge myself physically and mentally. And that sounds like fun to me. So that's exactly what I'm here for. That doesn't mean I'm not a wordsmith anymore. Fuck no, I'm gonna speak my mind no matter what I'm here for. Because that's just me. You'll never EVER take that away from me. But my anger is just not the same. I want to be more calculated in my approach to every challenge. Because it increases my chance of not only winning, but learning something new. Because I don't know everything there is to know about wrestling. It may be a shock to hear but I'm still new to this whole wrestling thing. I still have a good amount to learn, and like I said, I intend to win and have fun while I do it. So there it is, Alexander Iscariot, you better be ready for Olympus big man, because I'm gonna put you to work. Hopefully both of us walk out having found out what the other man is really all about. Because in the end, there has to be a winner… and of course… There also must be a loser.

So things have changed…

But I'm still Gareth Cason…

They can still take their shot…

Because I'm still no regular man…

I'm a man who is…

LEGIT. FUCKING. DANGEROUS

Re: OWA Promos February 26th 2020, 8:00 am by **JacobKnight**

We open with a recap of the opening match from the last Olympus, as we see newcomers Jahseh Jett and Maverick standing in the ring. Suddenly, as the ring announcer is introducing the two competitors, Jacob Knight slides into the ring and starts to decimate the two men.

Stephens: Who the hell is…. My god! It’s OWA’s newest signing! Jacob Knight! Jacob Knight!

Wilson: I just spoke to this kid at the OWT Performance Center not too long ago! He said he wanted to make a huge statement come Olympus… I had no idea this is what he meant!

After hitting both men with a WRA, Knight stands in the middle of the ring with a smug grin on his face as he takes in the mixed reaction of the crowd before beginning his walk toward the back.

Stephens: Whichever side of the crowd you’re on, there’s no denying that was impressive!

Cut to black.

Jacob Knight (V/O): So this is Omega Wrestling Alliance, eh?

We open back up on Jacob sitting comfortably in a leather chair in a room with black walls. He is dressed casually, wearing jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt emblazoned with the phrase "TOMMY FEARS JACOB" in bold white lettering, one of his signature shirts from WWH. Once again he is grinning smugly as he looks into the camera.

Knight: When I burst onto the scene only a couple of months ago, I had heard from people like Devon Slayton that this was the best promotion out there. I can see why he said that, this place has had some noteworthy names grace its ring. Sabretooth, Wakefield, Nobi, Matsuda, all icons of this generation of wrestlers, no question.

He sits up and leans forward toward the camera, the smug grin falling to a look of concern or confusion.

Knight: But you don't see those names as often as you used to. Particularly on Olympus. Matsuda is on her way to retirement, Wakefield has been MIA, Nobi is too busy filming movies, and Sabreto - I mean - Havoc, is busy on Kingdom feuding with an MMA guy. That's the problem with Olympus today, it just doesn't have the buzz that it used to, it doesn't get the attention it deserves. Olympus needed someone to come and put eyes on this brand. That's where I come in.

We cut to a series of highlights of Jacob Knight's career in other promotions, from his matches with Victor Creed, David Gibson, and Chris Matthews and him advocating for "Close The Sanatorium" in WWH to fighting Graham Baker at SINISTER Wrestling to becoming the first and only RWL ONE World Champion, before returning to Knight in the black room.

Knight: My two opponents are Blake Cassidy and Jahseh Jett. And yes, I made sure to remember your names unlike the former of the two because I'm not foolish enough to be so dismissive. Blake, you likely wouldn't even be on the show had I not managed to put Maverick on the shelf. Trust me, people more experienced than you have overlooked me in the past thinking I wasn't going to amount to anything, but time and time again I had proved doubters wrong. So continue being ignorant of my accomplishments and abilities in that ring, I welcome it; it will be your downfall. But hey, if you keep working hard enough and believe in yourself, maybe someday you'll be the next Jacob Knight! As for Jahseh, well... Jahseh you deserve to have a match with me, obviously. But I think you deserve to know that what I did to you and Maverick... it wasn't personal. I was looking to make a statement to the whole company and you two were just the most expendable. Of all the people here in Olympus, I imagine you would understand the idea of making an impact. Though I will say, if that is how hard you hit in a match, I should have no problem flattening you With Reckless Abandon once again. Because face facts, gentlemen, I am going to win this match because I am the Knight in Shining Armor Olympus desperately needs...

Re: OWA Promos February 25th 2020, 6:42 pm by Guest

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK...

¤The rotting floor of a train car creeks, as Baba Yaga rolls into the scene. John Doe the Cat is cuddled in his arms, while he's taking a long nap. Then suddenly along comes a stranger, who smiles widely looking down at Baba Yaga. The stranger is wearing a straw hat, who then removes it from his own head, then puts it on the face of a napping Baba Yaga. The stranger leaves... a few moments later Baba Yaga lunges up from his nap.¤

Whoa! Was I dreaming?

¤Baba Yaga faces John Doe toward himself.¤

I could've sworn I was just tag teaming with my favorite manga superhero, Starkman! No? I'm teaming with a hobo? You're joking right---oh yeah. That's why we're here.

¤He takes another look around.¤

We're doing one of those reality challenges, right? I don't know how that man could live like this.

¤But at another glance, he notices the straw hat that fell off him.¤

What's this? I don't remember wearing this when I fell asleep. Oh well...

¤Baba Yaga places the straw hat with a red ribbon wrapped around it upon John Doe's head. He chuckles.¤

You'll grow into it.

¤Baba Yaga stretches his arms wide, before pulling his iPhone X out of his pocket. He scrolls through several articles of OWA news, coming across Derelict's threats against John Doe... the cat.¤

WHAAAAAAT?! Who does this homeless piece of---pardon my language Doe, BUT SHIT! Who does he think he is?! He won't lay a finger on you, buddy!

¤Baba Yaga holds John Doe tight.¤

The nerve of some people! We could've been the best of buds! Rocket and Groot! Luke and Han! Baby Yoda and Mando! We could've shot right through the tag division and BECAME CHAMPIONS! He could've assisted in the aid of John Doe's purpose, but he calls me a psychopath? Does he not understand how DYSFUNCTIONAL HE IS?!

¤Baba Yaga stands up and paces, breathing heavily...¤

No, no, no, you're right. I shouldn't be upset about this whack job. I don't have to worry about him, but you know what worries me? This sudden second act with the Hollywood hipster himself, Nathan Flamingo! Get it, because he tries to be so eccentric? I personally believe I've already proven my point here. Did he or did he not take the loss? He did, right? That wasn't a dream? I could barely withstand my excitement of the reappearing former Phantom Troupe member, Starkman! Someone that actually worked underneath you! And guess who he's set his sights on? YOU, NATHAN! But I guess you've got yourself some support, didn't you? I don't think by choice, I almost pity the fact that someone has to "attempt" a victory with you. I literally, I repeat... LITERALLY fell asleep just constantly reminding you how inferior you are. And now? I've proven it! I got the victory, whether you can appreciate it or not. My "fifteen minutes of fame" has been prolonged indefinitely. I didn't enter this company with the purpose to fall to poorly structured men like you. I can only imagine that your manifestation took fifteen minutes or less! But the guilt and regret of your birth was much longer than that. When I inevitably make plenty of enemies in this company---you're not even worthy of wasting fifteen minutes inside a ring with. Can you at least understand that? No, wait! I got it! This could absolutely work out for both my homeless buddy and me! He wants to kill your partner, right? Maverick? Or is it Kevin Maverick? Are they related? I don't know, but still! He wants to enact his precious revenge on your partner for the title "he misplaced". I don't really have any personal agendas against either of you, especially the Hollywood reject. I could let him rip you two apart, while taking a nice nap on the apron, then wake up when he's beaten you both! I'd have to give no effort in winning! That's about as easy if I were to put forth any effort... especially against Flamingo.

¤Baba Yaga seems happy with his plan, until it appears John Doe whispers something into his ear.¤

Oh? Really? Wait, so the stupid homeless guy didn't actually misplace his title? He lost it to the sad sack of shit that has to team with Flamingo? I guess you do have a point. I could take a small nap, but make it back in time to get a pinfall victory over Maverick! Kevin? Maverick? One of them. That would put ME in front of The Derelict for a shot at the OWA Openweight Championship, would it not? Aw, but now I feel bad---no, you're right. I shouldn't show pity toward anyone. I shouldn't pity the weak, because they're not strong enough to advance. The Maverick guy was destined to team with a failure, because his own downfall is right around the corner. I really don't plan these things ahead of time, Maverick guy, it just comes to me. You have a title, homeless homicide wants it. I'm sure Flamingo wants it. I don't necessarily WANT it, but John Doe says it would serve the greater purpose! Can you imagine how upset the standard would be? The same guy nobody knows, nobody expects to get anywhere, actually proves a point. I'm not here to thumb wrestle with Flamingo, especially when I see a far greater outcome in this match. But with every outcome---comes the obstacles that await me. I've done the math in my head... somewhat. I know that I have a very flaming ginger that so desperately wants his title back threatening John Doe if I get in the middle of you two! But guess what? He doesn't know me. He doesn't know what I'm capable of and quite frankly, neither do you. You've all seen only a portion of what I have to offer. And guess what? There's so much yet to be revealed. I have a destiny to fulfill. I am The Chosen One whom nobody saw coming! I don't cave to tall meathead bullies who revels in the trash. I don't spar with straight to DVD exclusive actors. But you, Maverick guy, you! YOU! You almost have me excited! You have me on the edge of my seat or train car for this scenario! I want to test you, break you, then possibly remold you! You could show quite the potential in serving the purpose, but that doesn't come without a sacrifice. You must first accept the fact that you're destined to fall, but are you strong enough to rise again? Are you willing to go the distance? I don't give anyone the benefit of the doubt anymore, I won't give it to you either. My excitement could be just in the spur of the moment, but who knows? Or maybe it's because, Flamingo will bore me straight back to sleep. I really don't like that guy. I hope Starkman gets rid of him again.

¤Footsteps are heard as the engineer of the train inspects Baba Yaga talking to both himself and what he see's as a stuffed cat...¤

"What are you doing in here?!"

Is this not the train to Louisville, Kentucky?

"We're already in Louisville! Now get off my train before I call the cops!"

あなたのアメリカ人はとても失礼です。

¤Baba Yaga shrugs, collecting John Doe and the straw hat with him, exiting the train car, while the old white engineer gives him funny looks.¤

I guess we'll just walk to our hotel? At least we know the hobo won't be there, he probably burns his paychecks in his burn barrels to stay warm at night.

¤Baba Yaga wanders off, presumably in the direction of the hotel he booked, as the scene ends.¤

Re: OWA Promos February 24th 2020, 7:28 pm by **Christopher Sabertooth**

Dead Knight

The scene begins with the camera zoomed in on an old grandfather clock, right as it’s about to strike midnight. The pendulum oscillates slowly as the minute hand gets closer by the second to strike 12. Right as it does, a static appears on the screen with the words “Help” written in red, before transitioning onto Havoc sitting on an iron makeshift throne. The Wrestleworld European Championship, WWH World Championship and the SSW Tag Team Championship bunched up on a table as Havoc seems to be lost in thought. Jada Blaire is seen sitting on the arm of the throne, right beside him as Havoc pulls his legs up to sit in a cross legged position.

“No… No…. NO!! Mike! You were not supposed to do that! This was the part where you realize that you’ve bitten off way more than you can chew. You can’t carry this weight on your back, Mike! Don’t want your knees to buckle again do we? Or something A LOT worse… I thought you’d heed my warning and maybe try to strike a deal. Maybe… Just maybe I would have taken it easier on you considering the fact that you’ve been back for only a couple of weeks now. To be honest Mike, if it wasn’t for your incredible social media presence, I would have forgotten that you were back. What can I say? Your performance at the Clash was a blink and a miss and I had my hands full, having been in that match for about 50 minutes at that point. Wasn’t exactly the ideal result, but hey-- at least I got this!” He said, raising the Dog tag around his neck.

“And there I was, praising you for keeping track of what has happened. ‘Oh Havoc’s been out for a year and he hasn’t won anything’ That would have been a great dig if ANY part of that statement was true. Well, you’re not wrong about Havoc EXISTING a year ago, but I was just lost-- suppressed by the conscious mind of Christopher Sabertooth. But I made my presence known AFTER Civil War. What’s that? Two months-- maybe three? And within that time period, not only did I exact my revenge against Noah Hanson at WWH, winning the World title in the process. I also got crowned as the inaugural European Champion on the very first night Havoc stepped foot in that company. But let’s forget that for a moment. While you act all high and mighty beating a waste of human space in Udy, I defeated Finnegan Wakefield on my very first appearance. I pinned Kenny Drake. And what did I do after it? I damn near killed that Nasir Moore and trust me, when the time is right, I will finish what I started with him. I just wanted the world to see Nasir for who he truly is and I DID that. So... it sounds like something’s working. It sounds like something HAS changed. And despite all of it, EVERYBODY attempts to convince ME that Havoc is just Sabertooth with some paint on his face… Like I cannot exist without this vessel. Mike, if this body wasn’t working out for me, I could take yours within a moment’s notice. But I don’t want your battered and bruised and old body when I can be all mighty with this! But DO tell me how you feel about Sabertooth and I will make sure to pass your message. Or maybe you can do that for me! When I send you where I sent him! That would be perfect won’t it!? Yeah, let’s do that. Christopher Sabertooth is DEAD, Bishop. And if you’re SO DAMN KEEN about talking to him and fighting him-- Maybe you should JOIN him too! So on Sunday, when you walk me down and try to put on a tough act once again, make sure your knees don’t buckle from the pressure buddy. Because this match is not an exhibition for what comes next at Final Destination. This match could be your VERY LAST. Mike, you may have years of experience in the cage. You may have all the right intentions for doing what you do… But when you play with fire-- Don’t think your ass won’t get burned. You send people to the Morgue? Well, I sent the fucking Devil there so how about it?” He said with a smirk on his face. Jada nodded in acknowledgement of what he said.

“Think about your family, Mike. Think about everything that you care about. Think about your friends! How would they feel if they have to pick up the pieces of what’s left of ya? You don’t care do you Mike? You talk about finding a way out of a hell hole for a better life for your mother-- What kind of a life is it when you’re not sure your son will come out alive after a day at work. What kind of a son are YOU to put your mother through all of that and act like you care. You’re in the for the fight, Mike. You’re a fucking warrior and nothing beyond it. You’re SELFISH just like the rest of em. And now you can call me out on this and say that I have my own motives-- You can say that I only care about championships. As useless as Sabertooth was, he wasn’t born with a silver spoon up his ass either. And the reason I even FOUND him was because of the rage and anger and all the suffering that he went through as a kid… as a young teenager… as an adult! You can talk about losses but you HAVEN’T felt what real loss feels like. And Sabertooth had lost it all just like EVERYBODY around me. Jada Blaire? Thrown out by her family as an infant. They didn’t want a daughter. Do you realize how it feels when EVERYBODY tells you that you’re unwanted? But I found her. I gave her a home. I gave her a reason through my methods. Now, you can look down upon my actions but you cannot tell me that I haven’t changed her life. You can’t tell me I haven’t changed ALL OF THEIR LIVES!!! NOBODY gave a fuck about them until they made a change in themselves. This world will chew onto you, suck everything out of ya and spit you out like a piece of gum-- But I came to the realization that we are SO MUCH more. We make this country. We make this world what it is AND WE CAN CHANGE IT! And if they don’t listen, and trust me they won’t. YOU LEAVE THEM WITH NO OTHER CHOICE! UNTIL THEY FUCKING BEG FOR MERCY. UNTIL YOU PULL THEIR GUTS OUT AND DRAIN THEM OUT OF EVERY OUNCE OF THEIR BLOOD LIKE THEY DID TO YOU!! I can’t be stopped, Mike! Plenty of people have tried but most of them don’t live to tell the tale. Heck, Sabertooth tried to stop me and I killed him without batting an eye.” He said, as he reaches out to his jacket looking for something-- only for Jada Blaire to take out a cigarette out of nowhere and offer it to him. He grabs the cigarette as Jada lights it up with a match for him.

“You think this is a cage fight, Mike? You think that you hold an advantage over me from your vast knowledge in the field of fighting? Is that it? Because when I do lay my hands on you-- All of that will be blown out of the water. Fuck techniques. Fuck wrestling. It’ll be an all out war and from what you may have seen-- I CANNOT be put down. So hit me with everything you’ve got. Hit me with all those kicks and punches that you’ve promised. I’ll be taking your word for that! Make me taste my own blood! Oh it feels like it has been an eternity! I WANT a fucking challenge, Mike. I WANT the Dreadknight. But even if through some miracle you manage to put me in a morgue, I will come back stronger than ever. MY MOVEMENT will be stronger than EVER!! Strike me down, Mike! Kill me! KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME!!!! BUT EVEN THAT-- won’t be enough to stop my journey. This body is trivial to me. It’s a borrowed vessel and I don’t care what happens to it. But I-- I will live on. That is my curse. That is my gift. So do your fucking worst, Mike. Let’s see what all that rage truly amounts to. Heck, maybe I’ll give you a free shot at me if you’d like. Just letting you know, whatever you do-- I will stand up from it. I will look you in the eye. And as you're out of breath, thinking of what you can do to put me down for good… I will kick plant your head onto the canvas. I will beat you, Mike. And at Final Destination, you will fail again. And again. And again!! But if you ever want to change that-- This is your one chance. You don’t want this, Mike. But I can help you. I know, you’re too proud to ever admit that you need help. Regardless of the fact that you needed a whole lot of help over the past year. But this is your last chance! Take it back. Apologize. And maybe then I will think that you’re worthy enough to walk alongside me on this journey as we CHANGE the world. You can be a part of something that will go down in history-- Or you can be the guy that ended up biting more than he can chew… A guy who should have stayed away from the ring after all this time...A guy who will end up in a body bag if he keeps running his mouth like he does. The choice is yours! It’s a matter of life and death. Tread carefully...“ He said with a poker face. He looks dead in the eyes as Jada smirks at the camera before embracing her savior as he puffed on his cigarette to end the scene.

"That when the hands of fate

Fall on the midnight hour

Behind this mask of hate

I don the devil's power"

Re: OWA Promos February 24th 2020, 3:04 pm by **Michael Bishop**

Second City Dreadknight

To all the boys and girls who tune into Sunday Night Kingdom, listen carefully. If at first you don’t succeed, remember, try, try again. The saying is not; if at first you don’t succeed, go off the fucking deep end and prance around dressed like a fucking methhead. This might seem off to some fuckheads like Chris, who believe giving in to their own self pity and bitter spite is somehow going to make themselves a better fighter. It doesn't.

That’s what separates me on the kingdom roster, contrary to Bob Taylor marketing half of the Alphas around here as all around superheroes, the world we live in, and the roster we fight in is fucked. No ethics, no ideals, no god damn brains. Scott Oasis is a juicing druggie, Carlos is a coke fiend who looses that tough SOB nature, you said chris when he doesn’t get his line, Aria Jaxon wigs out and hangs with yakuzas in japan every three years, Keelan Calihan is a fucking Wife-Superkicker, Kenny Drake is an actual god damn murderer….

You see my point.

The older you grow, the more you realize that “Purpose” is as what you make of it, Chris. Sure, life plants you in a place, and molds you for one thing, but you’ve gotta grow a pair, open your fuckin’ eyes, and decide if that’s what you really fucking want. When I was brought into the world in Englewood, my path in life seemed to be falling into crime, selling drugs, shooting up mothafuckers for wearing a different color…. I decided, fuck that. I wasn’t gonna let myself become corrupted by the shit of this world, I wasn’t gonna let it take me or my mother into the deep end, and so I chose the cage. I chose to take on a life that would lead me to blood and fire, driving knuckles into the orbital bones of opponents as then sent fucking two hundred pound kicks into my abdomen, solely to make rent, make it by, and choose a better life for us.

That’s my purpose, Chris, that’s what I was put on this fuckin’ earth to do. Walk out, beat, break, walk out. Everyone loves to act like their some billy badass, let it get to their heads and let themselves walk around like absolute shit heads, but rarely has anyone talked the talk, and lived the road untraveled to where they can walk the fuckin’ walk. Everyone’s a king, everyone’s a fucking champion, everyone’s a monster, a devil, a destroyer- Up until I walk into the cage, and ‘Son’ every single fucking one of them back to earth. There are no gods, no devils, no demons in this ring, just overblown kids who think they’re the shit, when they've never been shit since day one of being born.

Whether it’s artists, kings, or resentful journeyman who cry to Jada every time they win big in Japan, but lose hard in OWA, because they ain’t got what it fuckin’ takes.

Take some god damn ownership Buddeh!! For Fucksakes!! Jada this, Jada that- You ever wonder why you’re still a year on without getting gold every since you claimed schizophrenia and called upon HaVoC and jAdA. It's Havoc this and Havoc that, it’s Jada help me when you need it, and when you get your ass put away, it’s Jada didn’t think the time was right. Face the fuckin’ music, buddeh. Jada isn’t real, Havoc is a fucking figment you tell yourself to make your ponytail losing streak seem more bearable, because your fuckin’ ego can’t handle it. You can’t just say, Chris Sabertooth may not be as good as he thought he was, I’m not as good as I hype myself to fucking be- The only god damn thing you have is some body paint and a fucking temper, no glory, no gold- and I mean, actual fucking gold, not the god damn plastic belts you earned in fucking amateur minor leagues, or the 24/7 Championship they make for guys like Moongoose and Udy who can barely hack it against real opponents.

Maybe if you just swallowed your overblown pride, and accept it, you’d realize having a fucking tantrum, literally pulling out your hair, and painting your abs to look like the pope’s fuckin’ methhouse fueled fever dreams, instead of getting back in the dojo, and actually working towards something for once, wasn’t such a good idea.

I get it, you fucked up, you failed. You’re angry, you want recognition for all the punches, kicks, slams, and boos you’ve taken over the years, I did too, but the difference between us kid, is I’m a grown fucking man who approached it like a grown fucking man, and you screamed and cried because you’re a fucking child. I improved, I came back, use my age as yet another Chris Sabertooth Excuse, and you’ll see that I’ve been preforming faster, stronger, better in the past month, than you have in your infamous ThReE YeArS.

You don’t want to improve? You don’t want to get better? Fine, Just fuckin fine, Buddeh. Square up to me in the ring, and I’ll take this railgun of a fuckin’ right hand I have, the same one that’s broken all the hopes and dreams of angry, bitter gatekeepers like yourself, humbled young cocky shitheads like yourself, and retired old, experienced veterans, unlike you, for over a fucking decade. I will bring it to you, I will outclass you, I will outstrike you, I will outpace you, I will outperform you, I will embarrass you, shove this right hand up your ass, and send you rocketing right back to the Japanese Indie scene where they actually believe the fucking spoonfed bullshit you tell them.

Gonna be real sad, and real disappointing when I beat you as bad as I’m gonna do Sunday. 15 Years of experience, over 600 days of pure, unadulterated, chained up fury. I’m gonna make that loss to Aria look like a god damn joke- I’m gonna make you getting embarrassed for 72 minutes at the clash look like fuckin’ childs play. I’m gonna come at you harder than I did to the champions I retired, to the mothafuckers I put in god damn morgues, not hospitals, MORGUES. I’m gonna beat you, batter you, and send you off on another insanity ridden re-branding session where you’ll probably sport a trench coat, eye liner, and say, Havoc and Sabertooth were wrong, THIS IS THE TIME!!!! This!!! "This is when I’ll make it to the big leagues, Dad!!!"

….Or maybe you can wipe away all the fake bullshit, grow a fuckin’ pair of balls, earn some grit, and be a better fuckin’ fighter, and an actual god damn man. ‘Cause from the way I see it, the mothafucker infront of me is gonna get picked apart, dismantled, and eaten alive, with all the rage and fury I had for Nate Cage, Kenny Drake, and all the other motherfuckers ruining this sport, channeled into one, long, agonizing murder and burial of the three year long failure that was Christoper “Havoc” Sabertooth.

No gods, no masters, no demons, no devil, no heaven, no hell, no creepy fucking followers, no red tinted vignettes in some pathetic excuse to try and scare a 32 year old mma fighter who’s been jumped and nearly killed by italian chicago mafioso. There is no mythos, there is no bullshit, just me, and you, an undeserving, under appreciative, unmotivated welterweight who’s long due for a fuckin’ wake up call.

I’ll give it to you Chris, someone has to. The boogeyman of the Kingdom Roster is really a man in desperate need of an intervention, and it’s gonna come in the way of 76 significant strikes, 45 kicks, some hard brain trauma, and a dominant performance as I drag you into deep waters, my world, and pick apart the Nightmare King piece by piece.

Ain’t no heaven here, I don’t deserve it. Ain’t no hell, I’ve seen what’s beyond on that operating table. Just you, and me, going to Ground n’ Pound Boulevard until I decide you’ve had enough.

See you soon, Buddeh.

Re: OWA Promos February 24th 2020, 1:19 pm by **Christopher Sabertooth**

Stolen Kill

The scene begins with a blood filled, broken fragment of a familiar mask lying front and center of an old wooden table. A hand grabs the mask and picks it up with the camera slowly panning up to the figure sat in front of it, as he brings the broken fragment and aligns it with his face. With a crimson mask of his own smeared all over his face, he smirks as the camera cuts to a white room, painted in blood all over the walls. Help, almost etched into the wall with a sharp object, one can only assume. The scene cuts back to Havoc as he puts the mask down, chuckling to himself as he does.

“The Devil works in mysterious ways... I was lucky enough to dance with the Devil at Clash of the Titans and I’ll cherish that memory for the rest of eternity. Apart from all the fun we had, it was VERY disappointing to see it end. I wasn’t done playing-- I wasn’t done telling my story. My path of atonement had just begun but my date with Devil wasn’t meant to last. Alas, he’s gone…. Forever. It hurt me to let him go-- But I had no choice. HE left me with no choice. And while I sit here with his blood on my hands, I reminisce over the good times we shared in the ring. 72 minutes-- Etched into the record books. That number will ALWAYS have his name attached to it. As the barbed wire pierced through my skin, all I could do was smile. Smile as he lay next to me, covered in his own blood. Smile as I dragged him into the pits of darkness… I wanted to keep him. BUT-- But Jada had different plans. He was conscious… And he didn’t feel a thing. I PROMISE YOU, I didn’t hurt him. I couldn’t… But as I caved in his skull with my bat, Jada told me he’d be alright. I KNOW, he’s fine… Wherever he is. The Devil may have taken his last breath but I will execute his will-- I will execute his vision and take his lust for blood for my own.” He said as he searches through his jacket. He brings out something from his pocket and closely examines it before bringing it up to view to reveal the Dog Tag, with Finnegan Wakefield’s name scratched out, that Nate Cage paraded around with him. He slowly takes the dog tag and wears it like Cage did.

“The names etched onto this-- They hold a value to me as well. Finnegan Wakefield, a name he scratched out-- A name I scratched out not too long ago. I had my own ideals that I lived by. I had a vision for this world and I intend to act upon it. But before I stay true to the promises I made to my people-- I intend to carry out the will of The Devil. Aria Jaxon. Scott Oasis. Kenny Drake. Their names will be scratched out in due time. I don’t care about the repercussions of going against the management in Oasis, despite our working agreement. I don’t care about the righteous, Aria Jaxon, fighting for her spot and proving to people that she deserves to be the Queen. I don’t care for the OWA World Champion, Kenny Drake. I see the art in what he does and I admire his ways-- But I have a promise to keep. Jada agrees with me on this. NOBODY will be spared. NOBODY will be given a chance at redemption. And what better way to start upon this journey than to win the Briefcase that eluded Sabertooth just over a year ago. It’s funny how life works in patterns and it all comes full circle once again as I start my journey to Final Destination. That briefcase is the KEY that I’ve been looking for all this time. I need to right all the wrong committed by Sabertooth and it starts with the Ascension to the Heaven’s Briefcase. Not really a fan of the name, if I am being honest. I guess I could always bring that thing to hell with me. Cause that’s where I am headed. That’s where WE ALL are headed. We all just a bunch of sinners-- Some of us realize it before the others. But our end game is the same. The delusions of the masses require a much needed wake call for people to see the truth. And with the blood of my friends and enemies in my hand, I will grow stronger. MY vision for the New World will come to fruition. All I need from all of you watching this message right now is to look deep down into your soul. Are you REALLY happy or has this world wronged you just like it does with everybody who isn’t fortunate enough? Are you true to yourself? If not, all you have to do is take my hand-- AND YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE! THE DEVIL took my hand. Won’t you?!” He questioned, with a devious smirk on his face. He begins to laugh uncontrollably, pulling on his own hair while violently rocking on his chair. His laughter comes to a drastic halt-- as he picks his head up with a stone cold look in his eyes. He fixes his hair and irons out the creases on his shirt.

“BUT… There’s one man that I believe I have wronged. Trust me, I know a thing or two about revenge. I SPENT THREE FUCKING YEARS LOST IN THE DEPTHS OF A MIND THAT REFUSED TO DO ANYTHING RIGHT. Ahem… Sorry about that! Where was I? Ah yes! A man that I wronged. A man who spent a better part of one and a half years in isolation, trying to better himself. Trying to become the menace that he once was. Trying to heal himself of all the pain and suffering. But it doesn’t go away does it, Mike? No matter how good you may feel physically, but deep down you will always CRAVE the act of enacting revenge. And I took that away from you. The man that put you on the shelf-- That man was killed by Kenny Drake. The Devil we were left with may seem like a shell of a person but he was a lot more than that. I find his lust for blood and destruction… fascinating. Regardless of who he became, you still had a score to settle and that can’t be done no more. Honestly, if you’re asking me Mike and I am sure you’ll tell me otherwise... You should be glad that you didn’t have to deal with the Devil. Now, I am not sure what state of mind you were in when your knees buckled, but I know for a fact that the man you were after wasn’t the man you saw at Clash. I am not going to ask for anything i return because I’m not about favors. I do things out of my own will-- I am sure you can appreciate that. For that one fleeting moment, our path crossed at the Clash too. But you were thrown out before I could really get into our limited interaction and make something out of it. Even Sabertooth never had the opportunity to face a fighter like you. The Fight Club, as you guys called it. Well, I am not sure if you’re keeping track but Sabertooth did beat your trump card, Carlos Rosso, before. The guy that was brought in to fill your place as the tough SOB. Michael, I respect you for keeping track of everything that’s going on in this business. But just like everything else in life, people move on. Michael Bishop MAY have been a big deal right before he was put on the shelf, but your return is nothing more than a novelty act to generate more attention for the product. And I have no qualms about it! Making a huge return after an injury is a GREAT story and I am sure the people ate it up. Just the staredown with The Devil had the crowd going electric at the Alamodome. People WANTED to see The Dreadknight exact his revenge BUT THEY WON’T get that will they? So what is it now? What’s your purpose Mike? I may have taken away something that pushed you to do better while recovering but what now?! What is that one thing that will drive you to get back to where you left off? Titles? Is that it? Cause you seem to be fascinated by my accomplishments. Don’t worry about it! I’ve got the three belts on me right now from three different promotions but you won’t see me bringing it up at every step of the way. You’re right! It’s about OWA! It’s about THIS world that we share. It’s about THIS circle that we happen to be a part of. What have we done right?” He said, looking down at the dog tag in his hand. He shakes his head before continuing.

“Well, I don’t know about me but Sabertooth WAS the TV Champ at one point. It may have been a blink and a miss moment but it happened! What do you have to account for exactly? Is it the MMA fight that you won against Oasis? Or some match that I don’t remember against some dude where you beat them? Is that it? Yet, you make it a point as if to suggest that MY accolades down count up to yours, while you spent OVER half of the time this company has been a thing in a wheelchair. What gives YOU the authority here Mike? Maybe you’re trying to pull some strings with your former frenemy, Scott Oasis. I don’t understand why you talk all HIGH and MIGHTY like you deserve something when people like Finnegan Wakefield, who mind you NEVER lost the OWA World Championship, returned to NEVER get an opportunity to win it back. I don’t see Finn making excuses. That’s why I respect him! I beat him to a bloody pulp and a few weeks later he walked out to the ring and looked The Devil right in the eye for a challenge. I don’t know about you Dreadknight, but you WEREN’T here! And I know plenty of people that DO NOT pull strings like Nasir Moore that have been WAITING for a chance. And these people have been here ALL this time!! What gives you the authority to QUESTION ME?! You’re a prize fighter but you’re only as good as your last big fight Mike. And the last time you ACTUALLY competed against anybody worth a damn, you ended up in the fucking hospital! So stop thinking like you mean a damn thing for OWA, Bishop. I DON’T like people like you… Instead of trying to work your way up from the very bottom, you’re here talking big about what you USED to be. Who gives a shit?! But I get it! I really do! You don’t like me either. You wanted to destroy Nate Cage. You wanted to be the World Champion in OWA. BUT YOU ARE NOT! AND YOU CAN’T! So, channel you hatred Bishop! Channel it all onto me! Make up for all the lost time! Show me what you’ve got! But I’ll tell you this! IT WON’T FUCKING MATTER! You know why, Bishop?” He asked with sarcastic undertones in his voice. Havoc gets up and looks down at the camera with a demonic look in his eyes.

“Because you’re just a man… Just LOOK what I did to The Devil himself and just fucking imagine WHAT I’LL DO TO YOU! YOU TALK A BIG GAME, BISHOP! BUT SAY TOO MUCH AND YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE DAMN LADDER MATCH! Big fan though! As are the people around me!” He said as suddenly a group of men, women and children with face paint appear next to him along with Jada Blaire, who has a twisted smile on her face. All of their heads are tilted at an angle as they blankly stare into the camera. Havoc mockingly waves at it.

“See you in Hell!”

Fade to black

Re: OWA Promos February 23rd 2020, 2:33 pm by **Michael Bishop**

Second City Dreadknight

They said I couldn’t do it.

Nearly 600 days away, over 40 of which I spent on the operator’s table, and they doubted that good old Michael Bishop couldn’t hack it against the evolved new wave, new generation of competitors here in OWA.

It might seem a bit vintage me, but-

I guessed I proved you all wrong, now didn’t I?

Maybe not, because the fact is, it wasn’t good ol’ Michael Bishop out there, last time on Kingdom. What some people might not guess is, good old Michael Bishop died the moment his knee was destroyed, and was left by that steroid hack to be food for the wolves. No, that guy died and I buried him the second I walked out as Entrant #26. The man that stands before you in the same killer who earned 27 consecutive cold KOs in the octagon, the same man who ripped the heavyweight title from bigger, stronger men’s hands three times in 9 years. I told you, I came back to fight, I came back to kill, I came back to win. I knew that singles match was gonna blow the fuckin’ roof off, and we god damn did.

One match deep, and I earned my spot in the Ascension to the Heaven’s ladder match at Final Destination. One match in, and mothafuckers already knew, I’m back, and I’m ready to fuckin’ GO!! I don’t take weeks off, I don’t dodge opponents, I come back every single week to get my fill. So when the colonel called and told me my opponent for march…. I was chomping at the bit to meet him.

The boogeyman of the division, the one fight so many told me to not take…

Havoc.

I have to say, It’s nice to finally meet the man who stole my kill just so he could prove that he’s enough of an edgy fuckhead to try, and fail, to climb a ladder. I digress, Chris, like a lot of people who you ditched the ponytail and smeared red paint all over your body, I was intrigued.

You ever hear the term, "One bad day", Chris? They say that’s all it takes to push us over the edge, but in your case, you’re a member of the stubborn motherfucker breed, good to meet a fellow member. Loss after loss, after loss, after loss, and finally, whether the concussions from constant pile drivers, or the frustration took over, Sabertooth was buried, and Havoc climbed out of it’s grave.

I’ve never bought into the theatricality or bravado kid, so honestly, as much of a vicious, hungry bastard as you stand to be, Your accolades don’t impress me all too much. Affliction Champ, NAW Champ, TCW Champ, OWA TV Champ… 24/7 Champ… What I’m getting at is, You call yourself the Nightmare king, everyone does, your followers do, your BDSM obsessed wife does, but that only applies to outside OWA, now doesn’t it?

You conquered the regional scene, you dominated the bingo hall brands who can barely afford to be televised on fucking C-SPAN, But the second you walked into that 30 man Clash, all I saw was you getting dropped on your head, irish whipped around, and ass kicked for 70 consecutive fucking minutes… Didn’t even make Iron man. That tells me while you ran through all the cans in other companies, the second you made the jump to the next level of competition, you got exposed, out classed, and got your ass kicked.

While you’re just barely able to break back into the fold and compete, I’ve been locking horns and cracking the skulls of every mothafucker in this company since day one. Those two overhyped prospects Miltiades and the Colonel? Tossed around like fuckin’ kids. The Inaugural Spartan’s Champ, Scotty? Tapped the fuck out his first day, when everyone thought he was unbeatable. Scott Oasis, the indomitable world champ? Beaten down like a fuckin’ dog inside the cage- the realm everyone claimed was his…. When in reality, it’s mine. Bull Connors? The man who outpaced Escobar and Carson, the motherfucking current World Heavyweight Champion? Locked in an armbar, screaming like a god damn dog, passed out due to the trauma, beaten on my third match on Kingdom.

While you were beating cans in Japan and TFW, and struggling to beat midcarders here, I was fucking slashing necks, cutting arteries, and making half the roster duck and dodge having match ups with me.

Everyone told me taking the match with the boogeyman Havoc, was gonna be my end.

“The Sport’s evolved…”

“The talent’s too diverse…”

I’ve been doing this since you were in fuckin’ grade school, slashing the scar tissue and bathing heavyweight prospects in their own blood, making them piss their pants, since I was a fucking teen. Everyone thought I had lost sight, I had, one bad day, one bad chair shot. Not anymore though, I’m not gonna let my own inner demons full of spite and bitterness bog me down, I’m not gonna let empty anxiety or wolf ticketed rumors of me being too outdated, or too soft to keep me from doing what I’ve done since the debut episode of Kingdom.

I intend on climbing the ladder back to the top, whether literal at Final Destination, or metaphorical, as I’ll keep taking fight after fight every week to prove that I’ve got more grit in my sprained fucking pinkie than the entire new wave of guys have put together, multiplied thrice.

This ain’t the Nightmare King’s realm, You’re in Dreadknight Country now.

See you Sunday, Havoc.

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2020, 3:54 pm by **Holden Tudics**

Olympus Promo 1: Hide & Seek

"Ding Ding Ding"

(The crowd erupts in the Legacy. The roar is enough to ripple the curtains between backstage and the packed arena filled with Birmingham natives on their feet in celebration. The curtain suddenly divides dramatically as The Derelict steps through with a distant and glazed over expression on his face as he darts his head around like a feral animal caught in headlights and sucking in wind like a beat whose just been sideswiped by a vehicle. He tugs at his collar until it's stretched down to his ginger happy trail, revealing his pale complexion dotted with the red crescent moon shape of the heels of Kevin Maverick's boots all the way down The Derelict's ribcage. As he stumbles around in his disoriented fugue state, he bellows out a breathless and hoarse attempt at talking. After a moment of wheezing, he finally catches his breath. His crazed eyes watch the PA and roadies dart past with their heads down. One poor road agent makes the mistake of making eye contact with the mad homeless man and finds the Derelict barreling down on him before he can react. Derelict makes an exhausted swipe, and then a half-hearted claw at the road agent's collar.)

Derelict: Where is it? Huh? Where'd I put it? Did I-did I leave it in the dumpster out back? Or the boiler room? I was throwing rocks at it in the boiler room earlier...

Road Agent: What are you talking about man?

(The Derelict sneers and yanks the road agent up by the collar.)

Derelict: My Openweight Championship, you insolent moron! Is it still strapped to the back of the bus? Or maybe that rascally raccoon made off with it again...where is it, huh?

Road Agent: You just lost it, man.

(Derelict puts the PA down and throws his arms up in spent frustration.)

Derelict: Well I know I lost it, captain obvious. Boy, you're dumb. Anybody ever tell you that? You're a dumb little...man. It's so fucking hot in here. Maybe it's in the air duct. I remember taking it up there once while trying to get away from the stupid security guards.

Road Agent: "No, I mean you lost it. If you're looking for it, it's around Kevin Maverick's waist. He beat you for it."

(Derelict slumps his shoulders and stares at the road agent in dumbfounded exhaustion. After a long pause and awkward dead behind the eyes eye contact, Derelict starts hobbling toward the back of the arena.)

Road Agent: Where are you going?

Derelict: I'm gonna check that dumpster out back...

(The road agent motions for security to follow the Derelict as he charges toward the back exit. After kicking open the door, he grabs the nearest dumpster and flips it with ease, sending the trash flying in the air, then fluttering back down to the concrete docking bay floor. Derelict rummages through it with a mad man's persistence, slipping and sliding with every attempted step through the grease and paper refuse of the arena kitchen's trash. Security begin to circle cautiously as the oblivious Derelict rummages through the filth. As the circle closes in around him, Derelict drops the last un-turned piece of rubbish and abruptly shoulder checks past one of the arena rent-a-cops like he's walking through air and heads for a production truck with a bewildered and goonish grin on his face.)

Derelict: Maybe it's in there...

(The security guards file in behind Derelict as he makes his way up the production truck's narrow handicap access ramp and throws open it's door. He darts his eyes around the room, before they finally land on a monitor showing Kevin Maverick crumpled on the canvas as Ichiro Yagata hugs him in congratulatory bliss. Derelict's smirk begins to curl downward as he approaches a monitor. The glow of the screen reflects off of his bewildered and confused face as the reflection of KM glints in his eyes. Derelict shakily plants a finger on the screen.)

Derelict: There it is...

(He turns to exit the trailer and go back into the arena, only to find a bevvy of security guards ready and waiting to pounce on him and pin him under a dog pile. Fade to black. An ominous tone fills the void, before the camera starts to fade in again to the funky licks of "Birmingham Blues" by ELO.)

"Working on the road across this great big world.
I've been rolling like a stone, I never get back home.
Yes, I've been long gone,
and boy I've got the Birmingham Blues"

(The camera reopens on the sorry sight of the Derelict laying flat back against the venue, bruised up and battered as he yanks the cap off of a bottle of Night Train and clears the bottle with one long swing.)

"It wasn't supposed to go this way, Kevin. I knew it could be, but I still didn't expect it. I gave you all the props in the world for endearing everything I had to throw at you. Little did I know, I hadn't thrown everything at you yet. I did tonight though. I gave you everything I had, including my undivided attention. My mistake was giving you a second chance. I toyed with you because I thought I could break you for good. I was cocky, and quite frankly you took advantage of that. I don't blame you. Hell, I commend you for taking everything I gave to you, including a way out when I could've ended it clean. You're not fragile like the others were, Kevin. You're a hard man with even harder convictions. You're not some pretender who says he does it for the fans just to get some imagined boost from their vocal approval, or someone who has to constantly talk himself up just so that he can believe he stands a chance against me. You're the real deal, kid. I brought you into a fight and you won. I accept that, albeit with the caveat of guilt gnawing at the back of my mind, screaming out my fool-hearty actions as it replays my arrogant display of dominance over and over again. I'm not here to make excuses though; I'm here to make a promise. Next time you wont get off so easily. Next time I wont let you up when I have control. Next time I wont revel in devouring your soul one slice at a time. I'll simply put you down and walk away. I stand by the statement that you aren't fragile, but that doesn't mean you're unbreakable."

(Derelict chucks the empty Night Train bottle off camera. It audibly shatters against some unseen hard surface that seems to give out a human groan of pain upon impact.)

"It might be harder to pull that off in our tag match seeing as how I've got a psychopath who takes marching orders from a stuffed feline in my corner. You have Nathan Fiora as a fresh tag. I really don't care about Nathan. I'll be transparent in saying so. My sight is set on you, Kevin. I've seemed to have misplaced my Openweight Championship some time during our match. People keep telling...well...'screaming' that you won it every time I try to interrogate someone about it's whereabouts. Now that can't be true. It just can't be. I don't accept that as an answer, especially since you and I both know that I had you beat on more than one occasion in that match and let you up just to swat you around a little longer. That isn't your title. Not yet. You haven't earned it yet, not in my eyes anyway. I will get it back. I'll find where you hid it, and I'll turn every town between here and Louisville, Kentucky inside out until it's back in my possession once again. Once I get my hands on it, I'm going to do something to make sure it never leaves me ever again. Maybe I'll brand it to my skin like old Norse warriors did their bracers, or devour it one piece at a time until it's inside me. Maybe I'll melt it down and liquidate it so that I can inject it directly into my veins. One way or the other, once I get that belt back it wont leave my body unless it's under gory means of extraction. I need it's power, Kevin. I've become addicted to it, and so long as it's around your ungrateful waist I'll be a junkie without his fix. Nathan? I don't know you from Adam, but if you get in between me and that title I'll eviscerate you without hesitation. Hell, Baba Yaga? If you even try to tag me out I'll rip your precious John Doe in half and eat his goose down remains like it's a real fucking cat. I'm done playing with you, Kevin. Now we go to war, and I ain't leavin' the battle field unless it's with the banner of victory or in a pine box."

(Derelict matter of factly raises to his feet and starts to walk back toward the exit door. As he approaches the emergency exit, the camera pans back to reveal the loading dock stacked full of downed security, and production team members strung up along the trailer's railing by their headphone wires. Derelict gives one last look back toward the camera.)

"Now I'm off to find my title. I've closed my eyes. I've counted to ten. Now, ready or not..."

(Derelict slams the exit door behind him, cuing the camera to cut to black)

"Here I come"

Re: OWA Promos February 22nd 2020, 12:11 am by Blake Cassidy

The camera pans over gym, filled with people and with ever increasing noise.

"48, 49, 50"

Blake drops down from the pull up bar, wiping sweat from his brow and smiles. "Why hello there. Name's Cassidy...Blake Cassidy." He gives a small chuckle "Gosh, I love James Bond." He picks up a water bottle and makes his way to the other side of the gym, motioning for the camera to follow him. "Anyways, welcome to this glorious place, it holds a special place in my heart." Blake turns a full circle, looking at the many reactions of the people watching the camera. "You see, these people...they suffer, suffer from a number of things...yet keep on living.

Keen to make his point, Blake travels the gym, scanning the area for a suitable example. "Take this fine gentleman for instance!" He grabs a plump, balding, older man wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants by the arm, yanking him in front of the camera. He smiles at the man and places a welcoming hand upon the man's shoulder. The man leans away, Clearly uncomfortable. "Look at him, he may be a tad overweight..." He glances at the man then back to the camera "More like, a lot overweight and judging by his clothes, doesn't make a lot of money but don't worry. You can be more so much more than a fat, disgusting, slob. Who knows where you'll be in a few years, as far as anyone here knows, you might be a future president of the United States of America! You shouldn't let that receding hairline get you down."

The man opens his mouth to speak but Blake pushes him out of the camera shot. He kneels down next to a passing young boy. "There's this little man, right here. This cute little kid. He's so young that we have no idea where he'll end up, you can be whoever you want to be. You could grow up to be the man who cures cancer, you could be the man that discovers a new planet we could live on, you could grow up to be a wrestler on OWA, along with me! You could have the honor of losing to me in a valiant effort but..." He gestures to the boy's teeth "You might wanna get those teeth fixed there, bud."

The kid is pulled away by his protective mother while Blake just grins. "You know, these people remind me of my new family over at Omega Wrestling Alliance." He sits down on a chair and pulls a black t-shirt on. "Hopeless People who need just a little push and guidance to get where they need to be, some of them...a lot more than others. Especially the first opponents my career. Oh yeah, definitely them." He sits there for a few seconds, trying to remember the names. "Um...what's the names? Josiah? Jonny? Whatever it doesn't matter! I know they're just as excited as me, ready to feel pain once we step into the ring." He wipes an imaginary tear from his eye "So beautiful" He pops back to his feet and places both hands over his heart giving a big warm smile. "I wish you both the best of luck, may the best man win!" He bends over to pick up his duffel bag and makes his way to the entrance of the gym.

As soon as he gets to the door, he suddenly stops and slowly turns around to face the camera. Losing the wide grin he's been sporting throughout the gym and gaining a fierce glare. "You know what...I cannot wait to see the looks of pain and anguish when I inevitably beat them. I wanna see them crawl and beg for mercy. 'Please Blake, we've had enough.' " He mocks them in a childish voice, and laughs. "Oh man, this is gonna be fun!" His face once again breaks out into that huge grin from earlier as he waves and backs out the door. "Bye! See y'all real soon..."

Re: OWA Promos February 17th 2020, 1:50 pm by Guest

[Character Development Promo]

(A highlights of Odyssey are shown with No More Mr. Mister Guy in the background, as we see the closing where Roni interferes and lays waste to everyone including the current Goddess Champion April Song. As it goes off the chant of “Why Roni? Why?” are heard. We soon see Roni come into frame dressed in ripped blue jeans, worn-out black chucks, and when she turns forward we see her wearing a black t-shirt, a ripped denim vest, and we see she has dyed her hair solid jet black.)

Why Roni? Why? Why did you do it? I thought you were leaving? Blah blah fucking blah. All of it is tired out shit, but I suppose I owe an answer...right? Typically, I wouldn’t as I hate the standard cliches that have become numbing now, but I feel like I can do this cliche justice.

I thought about leaving. I really did, but the more and more I began thinking about my time in Odyssey and even when I won the belt from Dulce, I was still seen as never good enough. I was seen as second fiddle to everyone else. Poor ole Roni was good, but never good enough. That seems to be my story. I was always good, but never good enough in the eyes of those with the power to control was I? I went out there every night I had to and put on several matches with all my heart, but that wasn’t good enough, was it? I would be the first to arrive before everyone and be the last to leave, but that didn’t matter, did it? So, with that all that and more running through my head as I was home in Detroit I felt this hatred raise up in myself. This was way different from the hatred I have for Jonetta...this was pure and I felt it. I knew I had to come back and make a statement. I knew I had to reclaim what I never...and I fucking repeat never fucking lost in the first damn place! I knew I had to come back to show all the naysayers like Jonetta and April, who were highly critical of myself well thinking they were the Goddess that no one could touch, along with a few others! Guess fucking what though...I will show that Goddess can bleed! I will show that a non-believer can triumph over those we have deem to be untouchable! I will show why the fuck you should never...and I mean fucking never question my skill, my passion, or my hunger like so many fucking people love to god damn do! These promises and more I plan on keeping and you bet your ass that I will make fucking good on them!

I have come back to take what I never lost, and don’t...I repeat don’t say the same old shit (Roni in a mocking tone) “But you lost the belt at Hardcore Havoc.” Bullshit! I lost because April fucking foot got stuck and I ate shit! April has never and I will repeat this to be very clear...she has never fucking beat me or made me tap! I have come back as well to let my voice be heard for I speak the voiceless! I speak for those who went through the same shit as I did...those who change who they are just to fit in only to realize...it was all for jack shit! I don’t care anymore how I am seen! I don’t care what anyone thinks of me! I just don’t fucking care anymore about anything except for making a statement! The self-loathing and doubtful Roni that everyone loved and everyone admired...is fucking dead. When I left I left my vest thereafter Clash that was the end, and now this is a whole new beginning.

So bring on anyone and everyone, it doesn’t matter to me because one by one they will fall, and one by one I will get closer to my end goal. So you wanted to know why I did what I did. Well, there are your fucking answers, and if you aren’t satisfied with those answers well then...I don’t give a shit it is as simple as that. For now, I will say one simple thing...April if you see this I hope you have picked a beautiful song for your defeat because it will be forever known as April’s Swan Song.

(Roni smirks before walking out as frame as we fade to black)

Re: OWA Promos February 14th 2020, 5:49 pm by **Arata Asakura**

Kingdom #5 Part 1: Wasted chances.

14.02.20 Osaka, Japan

*The video takes place on the balcony of an expensive restaurant in Osaka. The camera shot shows Arata, dressed in a black suit from Hugo Boss brand, white shirt and leather shoes, sitting near the table and holding a glass of wine in his left hand. The man looks down at the crowded evening streets, as the bright blue lights fall on his face. The first few seconds of the shot passes in silence, after which the man rubs his beard with his hand and looks straight into the camera lens. An embarrassed smile appears on the face of young Japanese, which he complements shaking his head. Arata definitely doesn't want to talk again about Hayden Cross, about whom, even thought made him want to slap him across the face, but Asakura knew that if he ignored him, Hayden would be even more angry, and without that he was enough pain in the ass. Therefore, for his own peace, the Japanese decided to devote some attention to his opponent and give him a few words before their math at Kingdom. However, this will not be an ordinary duel, but a rematch for Keys to the Kingdom, which Arata took from Hayden when he was almost on the finish line. As everyone has seen, Cross hasn't taken it well and Arata himself is aware that this encounter will not be a walk in the meadow, but despite this, he is driven not only by the desire to win and get another key to his collection, but also to teach Hayden a lesson about humility, which he lacks.*

Ever since I set foot in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, I have the impression that there is one thing or actually a person who is notoriously dragging me down and, as you probably guess, this is my dear 'friend', Hayden Cross (Arata begins his speech with a low and calm voice, holding a free hand near his face) Maybe some will think that I have paranoia, because I shouldn't blame someone for my mistakes in the ring and that is not the point. I wasn't looking for excuses after the match with Moongoose, neither am I going to justify my failure at Clash of the Titans, but what's strange is that the earth collapses under my feet every time Hayden is around. That is why I have been wondering recently why this is so and I came to the conclusion that this fool is taking too much of my attention. Even if I don't want to have anything to do with him, he will always pull something out of his sleeve just to let me turn my gaze back to him. First, he destroyed my dojo and beat a kid. Next, he stole my keys, and then he was one of the reasons that I landed on the floor before the main fun started during Clash. And why all of this even happened? Because I took his damn keys away from him? At the beginning I really tried to understand him, because he had World title shot at his fingertips, but after a while I noticed that Hayden became obsessed with me, trying to destroy everything about my career. Not that someone hasn't tried before, but each time it is just as bothersome, and I have not signed a contract here to play with such spoiled boys as Cross. I came to OWA to do business, so I can't keep looking back to check if this guy is around to disturb me. That's why, on Sunday, it will be the definitive end of my story with Hayden Cross...the end, which should have happened a long time ago, because he really crossed out all his chances to get a rematch, but as you can see some good soul in the back decided to relieve his ego and give him what he wants. However, even if he managed to force this rematch with his behavior, anyway he will have to come to terms with another failure.

*The Japanese takes a sip of wine, and moving the glass, watches as the red liquid strike the walls of glass, then continues his statement.*

Maybe I shouldn't be so confident, because we'll be in his backyard rather than mine, taking into account that it's a no disqualification match, but it's true that Hayden, despite being quite pleasant to watch between the ropes, is not at my level. It's sad that he tried to make up for it with such a cheap shots, but he knows well that in a pure fight he has no chance. Well, but I said pure and maybe it would be true a dozen or so months ago, when I didn't even want to hear about anything that would have anything to do with hardcore stuff, but over the past year I have evolved a lot as an athlete and learned to adapt to the situation. Through first blood, up to 3 Stages of Hell, I understood that someone with skills like mine, can't be limited by my preferences. That is why I am here in front of you as someone, who doesn't feel the fear of being hit with a light tube or losing blood during a match, and this means that Hayden Cross has no longer an advantage despite being on his own field. See, Cross, you may think that the circumstances will help you, because even if your possibilities are too small to keep up with me, you can always help yourself with a chair shot or other shit, but in the ring I have already gone through hell few times and I'm more than sure, that you don't have anything in your arsenal that I can't survive, and certainly not when I have so much to lose. Unlike you, I respect these keys and I don't try to cash them in as soon as possible, like an impatient fool, because you can see where it led you. Three seconds was enough for you to lose everything, but it's your fault, because for you it didn't matter who you were dealing with, you just wanted to feel important quickly, because until then no one really knew who Hayden Cross was. When people heard your name they recognized you as one of the guys from OWA, on whom is worth taking a look at in a free time, but if you don't do it, then it won't be the end of the world.

*The man licks his lips and then combs his hair with his fingers.The seriousness of the situation is visible on his face.*

To be honest, I don't know if I defend the keys if I wasn't forced to do it against you. Maybe yes, maybe not. I try to approach this wisely, because I prefer to wait, but being aware that the final result will be successful, and what I mean by this, is myself with a title. Will it be a World Title? Well, this is my main goal, but it is true that it could as well be Openweight Title or at some point the Spartan Championship, because I have to admit that Reggie somehow pisses me off and I'd gladly wipe his snobby smile from his face. It seems to me that the moment of cash in will be an impulse, so I prefer not to think about it now and focus on what is ahead of me, my match with you, Hayden. And even if I'm not happy that I have to waste my time on you again, we both knew that this rematch would happen, because this competition was starting to go in the wrong direction. It actually started hopelessly, but what has its beginning also has an end and with our match you will have to understand that this is the end of your adventure with the Keys to the Kingdom, at least as long as I have them. Someday maybe it will come back to your possession, but at the moment you have wasted your chance...the chance I intend to use to indicate, that I can compete with the best, this company has to offer.

*Arata puts the glass on the table and takes a deep breath, before moving on to the final part of his speech.*

However, I have the impression that as long as my hand is not raised in gesture of victory, you will continue to live in your imaginary world, thinking that the keys are still yours, and I'm a big bad boy, who stole them from you and even if I can somehow try to understand your bitterness, in the moment I beat you for a second time, there will be no more excuses. You'll have to go back to reality and just step aside, Hayden. My guess is that getting rid of you once and for all will not be easy neither on Sunday or at all, but after our rematch you will no longer have any rights to claim this valuable prize that I have. And no matter if you give me a match of my life or not, it will end this way, because I know you don't have what it takes to beat me. However, I want you to show me the best you have to offer..I want you to, at least, prove me that for a good fight, it was worth dealing with a jerk like you. Good fight, focus on it, Cross, because at the moment the keys are out of your reach and will remain there.

Re: OWA Promos February 13th 2020, 10:41 pm by **DE'MARION.**

I should be in a very sour mood right now.

I should be.

I’m cool though. Some things do not go exactly as planned. Some things go WAAAYYYY off track in fact. But the unexpected isn’t a damn thing to a real boss. You don’t come into a situation thinking everything is going to be easy. You hope so, you might be confident in it, but you don’t whine or complain when things don’t go your way. You straighten up….you toughen up, you rethink your approach and then you come back even stronger. Clash of The Titans didn’t pan out - I got dumped on my head out the ring. It sucked. I hated it. But I’m not going to dwell on it. All my thoughts about that match were washed away the moment I got up to my feet and went to the back. I’m still going to find my way to Final Destination and get me a championship. There are too many factors in a gauntlet battle royal anyway; there’s a lot more room for debate when it comes to skating by in a fight with over a dozen bodies, over having the undisputed legitimacy of straight up besting and pinning someone in an actual match. That’s the route that works for me, and that’s the route I know I’m going to be taking. Dulce Torres deserves a break anyway, the girl deserves her moment. We need to see latin pride throughout all of Odyssey, and my post-Clash projections certainly make that a possibility.

The Goddesses Championship is now one hundred percent in my sights. I told April Song last month that I was coming for her neck and she didn’t want to believe me. Hell, I sent for her TWICE - outside of the ring and literally to her FACE - and she still didn’t even want to acknowledge me in any of her media day speeches; she completely blacked me out as if I were a nonfactor. But here I am! Take a good, hard look at the memo for the card. Whose name is in that marquee? La Llorona. What is the stipulation of the match? Why, it’s a number one contenders match for that Goddess title! And who will be forced to watch her compete for that contendership from the sidelines? The soon to be former Goddess champion, April Song herself! I suppose I wasn’t bluffing, now was I? And now you get to watch as I clean up my competition, secure my spot as your opponent, and give you an idea of the beating that’s in store for you come the day I have to snatch that belt up. I wasn’t just giving you talk, I was giving you a guarantee. A reading of your future, April. The first warning shot might not have woken you up too much, but we’ll see how real it gets when them shots start firing right through your window.

And you want to know the best part of this all? Guess who will be the person that gets used as my wake up call to April? Alyssa Grace. The victory that got away. The young upstart who upset me a few weeks ago and who I’ve owed a receipt ever since. I won’t lie, Alyssa. You got me that night. I thought I had that match in the bag. I was ready to write you off like the rest. Just another one and done like Karina Ann, or a persistent flop like MiHo Li. But you, you’re actually something special. You have skill that I have to respect. You also have skill that I have to beat. I was always taught since a child that if you lose a fight one on one, you run that back until you can say you got the upper hand. You never go out sad. You don’t let people think you’re a loser. This is where the idea of me coming back stronger kicks in. I messed up last time. I was way too lax and a student of the game such as yourself picked up on it and took advantage. I handled you with kid gloves instead of squaring up and striking you down woman to woman. That’s a mistake that won’t be repeated. You’ll be getting La Llorona for real this time. More than that even. This goes beyond me playing the welcome crew. This is me fighting for championship gold and one of the biggest matches at our company’s version of the superbowl. If this was back in the trenches, you’d be looking like a 500,000 dollar to me. And when it came to those kinds of jobs, I always made sure I was able to collect on it.

Fuck off with your patronizing spiel, crediting me for my “upside”. Don’t try to put yourself above me by acting like I need any validation from you. I fucked up by letting you get a big head. Like I told you before, every new kid needs a humbling. And I still think it’s my job that you get yours. You really believe you get to leap over me to get that Goddess title shot? The fact that that’s even an idea in your head shows how little you think of me. You know nothing of my true capabilities. How badly I’ll hurt you in that ring. But you’ll find out this Saturday. I’ll knock the smug demeanor out of you in a hurry. You want me to come give you a challenge? You got it. You’ll be wishing you never made such a dumb request. Regretting it worse and worse with each stomp to that loud mouth of yours. You want the title? This will be how you earn your stripes. A one woman jump in to the Goddess Championship scene, just for you.

(The scene opens down in a exercise gym where we see "Invincible" Miho Li working out tirelessly and rigorously, as the five foot two, one-hundred twenty pound eighteen year old suspended high in the air on the "Salmon Ladder" clanking the long bar up onto the grooves of the ledges going up the device. Sweat pours out of her and she is breathing intensely as she works her body physically as she prepares for her upcoming match against "The Goddess" Selene this week on OWA Odyssey as she fight to break out of her recently losing streak and get her first win within the organization. As she works her body, her manager and coach "The HellFighter" comes down the stairs and into the room to greet her.)

HellFighter: "Well, that little regimen is new, how long have you've been doing that Miho?"

Miho Li: (While still going up the Salmon Ladder) "Got the idea from watching Arrow. I just had to try it. It is really hard at first but strangely addictive and now I can't get off of it. I have to make sure that I am ready for whenever I go up against Selene on Odyssey. This losing streak that I am on has to end soon right."

HellFighter: "You keep this up and they are gonna have to chance your name from "The Invincible'' to "No Days off" Miho Li."

Miho Li: "I'm tired of losing so I figure that it has to end soon and if I have any chance to wanting to beat a veteran like Selene, I have to make sure that I am just as ready for me as she is for me."

HellFighter: "Yeah but you need to stop for a moment and take a drink of water, you're working way too hard. You are pushing yourself way too hard and letting yourself be hung up all on this losing streak you are on. Wins and losses are part of game. This is what it is called paying your dues, now come down here and take a drink."

(Miho gets to the top of the Salmon Ladder, she stops up top, letting her head hang, letting out a breath as her coach's words manages to reach her. We see the frustration in her eyes of what she has been working herself to avoid. She heeds her coach's wise words and drops down from the Salmon Ladder and walks over to him where he hands her a water bottle. She takes a big swig from the bottom and then he lightly tosses her a towel to dry her face off.)

HellFighter: "I am going to take a wild guess and say that you listened to Selene's latest promo on you and with that me."

Miho Li: "Yeah, what of it?"

HellFighter: "She's got you fired up hasn't she?"

Miho Li: "I was already fired up before, hearing her run her mouth on me just poured more gasoline onto my fire. It makes me want to beat her even more."

HellFighter: "And you are letting Selene get into your head and if you don't control your emotions going into this match then you are showing Selene that she has already beat you before she even pins you to the mat. The thing about it is you're better than that, you are better than Selene but that is what separates her from you. Get control of yourself, see her for what she is and you will preserver."

Miho Li: "So what do you think she is coach?"

HellFighter: "Personally, she is what could be if you ignore everything that you have been taught. She is that bitter, resentful, selfish, in this for only herself kind of woman. Do you really wanna end up just like her?"

Miho Li: (Starts to answer but then stops herself and rethinks his question and then changes her answer as she responds back to him.) "No, no I don't coach."

HellFighter: "Exactly, you see Miho, it is easier for someone like the former Rosa Nunez to turn her back on the fans and embrace her goddess side. You have to show that you more than, better than she is, but also respect where she is coming from and her mindset of what lead her to where she has come. I think that if you approach her from that standpoint, you might actually be successful this Saturday on Odyssey, but also approach going into this match in this way. Maybe she does defeat you, maybe you put another notch on this losing streak, it could happen, but do something that nobody has ever done."

Miho Li: "What's that coach?"

HellFighter: (In his best Russian accent) "If you could make a goddess bleed."

Miho Li: "Nice Mickey Roarke impression coach, that was a good one."

HellFighter: "Thanks, I've been working on that before I got here, but you get what I'm saying right?"

Miho Li: "I think so coach."

HellFighter: "Even a losing streak can teach us so much about ourselves. You could be like Selene or change everything about yourself or you can recognize that it can rain all of the time. This too shall pass, this losing streak will end for you. Maybe it will be this Saturday against Selene or perhaps it will end the next week or the week after, it will end. It started with Llorona, and it could end with Selene. You've got to be patient lil Miho. Just don't push yourself so hard. This business is cut throat, and it will eat you alive. I didn't need to come back, but I came back because I believe in you and what you can do. My goal is to make sure that you don't lose yourself while you are navigate your journey to the top of the mountain. I wanna do for you what nobody really did for me. You don't have to be in this business on your own. Somebody like me can have your back every step of the way."

Miho Li: "I take it that you heard what she said about my family, as well as you coach?"

HellFighter: "Oh I heard it and if I was the man that I was almost twenty years ago, it would had more than gotten to me, but you have to let things like that slide down and off your back. You show your hand when you let it boil up to your top. She is just trying to get to you. Show her that what she said didn't get to her."

Miho Li: "I've got you coach."

HellFighter: "That's my girl. So what does 'The Invincible' Miho Li plan on doing to the Goddess Selene this Saturday on Odyssey?"

Miho Li: "I plan on straight up out wrestling her and showing the entire world watching in attendance and watching on television that by the show's end they will know that I can cut a goddess and make her bleed simply because I believe that I can, and I will do it all within the rules where there will be no asterix or question mark or controversy and it will be because I am better than she was on that night. Maybe it will be just one time, but one time is all I need to snap myself out of this losing streak and put me on the path to something so much bigger than I."

HellFighter: "Couldn't had said it any better myself. Well said lil Miho, well said."

Miho Li: "Now that would be pretty."

HellFighter: "Yes it would, yes it would."

(The scene slowly fades out.)

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 11:57 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME -- PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA.

When things don’t go the way that we planned, that’s when we find out the most about ourselves. I like to think that real competitors shine the brightest when they have to come up with a plan B. Pressure turns diamonds into coal, after all.

These are the kinds of things I’ve been telling myself since Clash of the Titans. I could see things so clearly in my head. I was supposed to outlast them all, again. I was supposed to be the only one whose dreams of notching that guaranteed world title match were left intact. Once upon a time, I was the exception. Now, I’m one of the statistics. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. But, the bitterness is balanced out by a few different things.

Number one, the knowledge that I’m great enough to make it to Final Destination in a must-see match no matter what.

Number two, the fact that I went down swinging, only meeting my end in the match when a bitchmade nigga and his even more bitchmade butt buddy decided I was too big of a challenge to tackle the right way.

And number three, the knowledge that the aforementioned wastes of egg and sperm should keep their heads on a swivel...because while karma might be a bitch, I’m a bigger one. I’m an awful person to have unfinished business with. If you wanna take me out, you better finish the job. Make sure I can’t come back to get even. What doesn’t kill me might just kill Carlos Rosso.

In a place where bitterness and championship ambitions intersect -- hey, Finn! Before I’d even heard what you said, I knew that the topic of Final Destination is still a sore spot for you, and I won’t pretend that I don’t understand why you feel the way that you do. Things you couldn’t have predicted or prevented ended your title reign in a flash. You didn’t get to go from pillar to post the way that you wanted. Hell, you didn’t even get to lose the belt by your own accord. You didn’t get a fair shake, and my heart still aches for you because of it. I get that maybe standing shoulder-to-shoulder with me in this tag match means you’re dealing with the living, breathing reminder of everything you missed out on -- and at this juncture, I’d be telling a lesser man to keep his emotions in check and not do anything to cost us a win. I know you’ll stay on the straight and narrow, so there’s not much else for me to tell you. Other than that you should probably let that hurt go.

Not only am I not worried because I know that Finn is a professional, I’m also kinda not sweating this because of who we’re facing. Nico, I didn’t like your crazed religious ramblings back when Nas was taking your lunch money, and I’m still not a fan of them now. As for your charge, ~~black David Koresh~~ the Jesus cosplayer, I hope that when the cameras stopped rolling, you told him the truth. I hope that at some point, that bullshit you spoonfed him about how him being guaranteed a spot in Heaven entitled him to a win over myself and Finn. Sure, Jesus admitted that he sees me as a worthy adversary, but does he know? Does he really know? Do you really know? When the man that you’ve mentored steps into the ring with me, he won’t be walking hand-in-hand with God. He’s stepping into my domain, and maaaaaan, do I have some frustration to work through at the moment. Keep yelling to Kingdom Come to smite me, if that’s what floats your boat. Just know he won’t be answering you in time. I can guarantee your boy is getting his jaw tapped on Atlantis.

Harman, you’re gonna notice right off the bat that the way Finn and I approach you will be very different from one another. He seems to have his panties in a twist over the way you won the Television title, and I really couldn’t care less. The only thing setting off alarm bells for me is that you see this as a chance to see your name in lights and not for what it really is -- a night where you’ll be dropped into the lion’s den.

You, your delusional partner, and his even more whacked out mentor are being thrown into the deep end of the pool against two former world champions, and you’re convinced that your side is the one that’s comparable to forces of nature. Honey, don’t let one midcard title win go to your head. You’ve got a looooong way to go before you’re qualified to call yourself the king of anything. You might feel like humoring Jesus’ delusions, but I sure as hell don’t feel like playing into yours. When I step into that ring on Atlantis, it’s not my resume that you’ll need to be worried about. It won’t be my long list of accomplishments that’ll be kicking your teeth down your throat. It’ll be me, in the flesh, the only real monarch that this place has ever known. But hey, look on the bright side. After you take this L, you’ll still have your title and your cool little van.

A thief and a cosplayer couldn’t be more different, but come Atlantis, y’all can fall just the same.

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 11:56 pm by **Abholos**

Atlantis Promo #1

“Lunch Money”

(The camera opens to Keisha Kong sitting at a table wearing an old Neo Joshi Japan t-shirt.)

So for my first match, they're putting me up against Azumi Goto!? The one who just got her ass beat by Stephanie Matsuda, that Azumi Goto!? The one who flopped against that backwater Brit Natalie Cage, THAT AZUMI GOTO!? We're talking about the small fry whose sensei I used to beat up back in my NEO Joshi Japan days! I used to beat the brakes off of Miss Manami and Hanako Nakamura. I used to bully Nina Sanada and take her lunch money! I even stuck around the early days of JET just to show these heifers who the boss was! You think I'm worried about some five foot nothing putting hands on me!? The Behemoth!? Y'all got me twisted. I might've drunk more Henny than I thought, whew! Listen...this is what's going to happen to Azumi Goto when that bell rings. I'm going to break that girl in half. I'm going to throw her around like a ragdoll. I'm the IRS and she's Wesley Snipes. There's nowhere she can hide in that squared circle, and just like her mentor, she will be EXPOSED!

(Keisha slams her fist on the table)

I eat bitches like Azumi like sushi. That's all those little ladies were to me back in Japan: a conveyor belt of sushi, plain and simple. This is just an appetizer before the meal: The Ascension to the Heavens match. The irony about that is you're about to send a devil to do the Lord's work. Well, I guess since Christ himself is busy, I'd have to do. Odyssey needs a veteran to bring home the bacon and just because that little scamp won a briefcase back in her old company doesn't mean she's ready to take up the mantle of a representative. She can barely run her own company, let alone stand a chance against yours truly.

(Keisha sighs.)

My next challenge should be more interesting than this. If anything, I’m finishing what I started across the Pacific. But just to be sure the brass is taking me seriously, I'm going to make an example out of Azumi-chan. This isn't an anime. The hero isn't going to get up at the end. I'm going to put a heel at the back of the neck like she was anybody else. This is just one step closer to me marking my territory. Poor little Azumi is just a casualty of war. Her fans are probably thinking that she’s going to pull a rabbit out of her hat in the last seconds of her match. But, that’s not happening. I already ate the rabbit. There will be no hares for the world to care for. It’ll just one Behemoth stomping out some kindergartner-looking Asian girl.

(Keisha grins)

Don’t forget to bring your wallet, Azumi. Mama’s gonna be hungry afterward.

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 11:48 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

Okay.

Things are not going the way that the Zaibatsu wants them to right now. Keelan came extremely close to becoming a World Champion. He failed. I was right there at the end, fresh as a damn daisy at number 30 in the Clash, a bloody Jeff X at my mercy….but somehow he won. I failed. You take an inch here, a second there, and you people would be looking at the nightmare scenario of the Zaibatsu controlling the OWA Landscape.

That didn’t happen.

And, apparently that has broken my tag team partner. He is convinced that he doesn’t belong, that he’s portraying a character. He feels like a failure. I’ve been there, I get it. We all have doubts, we all have problems in this great sport.

You know what puts me back on the right track, what gets me going to get back on that horse and compete again? I look at the bullshit that the Omega Wrestling Alliance presents us as challengers to our tag team gold. We beat the team that is considered without question the GREATEST tag team In OWA history, the Dollhouse, The Barbie Express, the STD World Order….and my reward, OUR reward is Nobi and...who the fuck is Teddy Mac? Where did he come from? What the hell does he do?

I’m at a loss for fucking words. Nobi himself, as much as he wants to put on this good guy movie star persona realizes that he is BEYOND HIS DEPTH. You know the history of the Strongest. You even called back to my old CWF days, but I have to remind you that I was NOT a member of that dickhead Kjors Court. I was part of the Alliance, I was the greatest CWF World Heavyweight Champion of all time and in fact, I spent most of my time in another federation, ACW, making Kjors famous and taking his ACW Royalty Championship. Oh, I also stopped Project 451 single handedly, formed the Wrestling Empire, the most dominant faction that CWF ever produced. Just little things here and there. But I digress. You’ve been in the ring with me before, you’ve been beaten by me before, and as you’ve gotten softer and more respectful, I’m hungrier. MEANER. EVEN MORE DANGEROUS NOW THAN I WAS THEN, NOBI. You said yourself that you don’t deserve this title shot and I have to agree. Who have you beaten as a team to get this shot? What have you and this clueless slob you’re teaming with done to deserve a crack at the Greatest Tag Team walking God’s Green Earth?

Not a damn thing.

You make me sick, through no fault of your own, Nobi. Opportunity after opportunity given to you and nothing but Loss after loss to show for it. Me? I’m a former FOURTEEN TIME WORLD CHAMPION. I am a former OWA Television Champion, the greatest holder that belt ever fucking had until it went straight to the shithouse considering the current champion. Keelan and I are the tag team champions. What do I get for my trouble? What do I get in my singles career? I get to watch Jeff X go fuck up at Final Destination II. I get to watch cretins like Moongoose McQueen walk around with God of War medallions. I have to babysit a roster full of neverweres. That’s where I am at. But...I’ll have you know, brother, that I intend on making it quick and painless for you.

YOUR PARTNER THOUGH....He’s going to learn that it’s not wise to draw my ire. I have been beating the breaks off of men like Nobi, Nasir Moore, and Finnegan Wakefield since before your wife had tits. For over a decade, I have destroyed any and everything put in front of me. Singles, tag teams, trios, it doesn’t fucking matter. When you see me and Championship Gold...it’s not a joke. It’s not a game. It’s a combination synonymous with Consistency, EXCELLENCE AND LONGEVITY.

You think you holding a title meant for a bunch of snot nosed little brats is supposed to impress me and Keelan? You think that someone like me is scared of a little chubby piece of excrement like you? Absolutely not. Yeah, I’m a cheater. I’m a scoundrel. I’m a cold, butchering bastard. People know that. But one thing that you probably should talk a little more with your partner about is the fact that I am the MOST COMPLETE WRESTLER IN THE WORLD. My strikes are world renowned. My submission game is unparalleled. My Cardiovascular conditioning is the stuff Ironman athletes have wet dreams about. And you, my friend...you get to experience all of this. On worldwide television and social media, I’m going to beat you and Nobi senseless. Honestly, this could be a handicap match and I wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep over it because I know for a fact neither of you are in my stratosphere of wrestling greatness. But I have Keelan backing me up so what little chance you would have against me alone is kaput.

I’m tired of looking at the landscape of the OWA Tag Team division and seeing nothing. What do we have to do to draw out more competition? Win singles gold? Beat the Dollhouse again?

I know this: if we have to build this little pond into an ocean, we’re not going to care who gets swept up in the undertow. You boys want to try to take our gold? Fine. Congratulations. You get to be the answer to the trivia question that goes as follows:

Who were the first opponents that the Zaibatsu defeated in their first defense of the OWA Openweight Tag Team Championships?

It’s going to be you two. And everyone on Kingdom, I want you all to watch what happens to these two sacrificial lambs. You’re going to find the coming events extremely educational. You two rattled the tiger’s cage. Be prepared to pay the fucking price.

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 11:44 pm by **Zumi**

Atlantis #1

Things at Clash Of The Titans didn’t go my way but Atlantis showed that I can still go on a top-level against the best of the best in this company. The loss hurts more than anything for me but the motivation that people said I didn’t have anymore is still there. I have a unique opportunity heading into Final Destination II now, a match where I could gain a title shot for any title in OWA. A chance to really re-establish myself as a top threat of Odyssey, it’s a unique opportunity that I can’t mess up for myself. The chance to become OWA Women’s World Champion again and make history as the first-ever two-time Women’s World Champion if everything goes my way. But recently things haven’t gone my way if you look at it from a bigger picture. That’s where the old school Azumi Goto undying spirit really kicks in, I have a tough task ahead of me. I’m actually quite scared of my opponent because I know what she can do.

Keisha Kong is a scary name in Japan, truly terrifying when you go back and watch the destruction she caused in Japan. Well, I can’t believe that her first opponent in OWA is me. When you’re young like I was and watching the Joshi wrestlers of that time period who left in impact, it was a scary sight seeing them facing off against Keisha in a match because you knew the destruction she could cause by just being in the ring. Part of me is excited because the woman is a bonafide legend for her tenure in the same company that resulted in JET’s birth and she was even in there. Of course, there are many things that make this bout hard for me. For one is the blatant size disadvantage I have, of course, I can overcome obstacles regardless of how big it really is but this is where that will matter more than anything in the world. I promised that 2020 was going to be the biggest year of my career, where I truly make my claim as an all-time great. Things haven’t been the greatest for me in these last few months but this is where I truly push myself to a brand new gear and focus on the biggest moments possible.

Keisha Kong does have the size factor and part of me is afraid of the things that she can do in that ring but that’s because I know that firsthand by watching her when I was young. This is something I can overcome. If I can overcome failures, my dark past returning to haunt me and so much more, I can overcome the biggest adversities out there. Ascension To The Heavens is a big goal in mind and it needs to be my tunnel vision till Final Destination, I have to look at that briefcase as the biggest opportunity that I can get this late into the season. We know that OWA Year 2 isn’t going to be a high note in the story of my career and could be considered as a weird year for me where I wasn’t focused on the in-ring side of wrestling but I can turn it around by ending it on the highest note that is available for me. A guaranteed title like Ascension To The Heavens is a rare opportunity that one must take, I know this myself because I had something similar to this.

Before there was the Athena Cup, there was the Ring Of Opportunity or better known as Queen Of The Ring. I had that ring and helped me secure the one thing that eluded me since starting my tenure in America. That was an important chapter of my career and I need to recreate that magic at least one more time before I think about that big “R” word. Dulce Torres vs. Diantha Moreau is guaranteed to establish someone who heads into Year 3 as The Face of Odyssey but by winning Ascension To The Heavens, I can make the case that I’m still The Ace of Odyssey and I’m not ready to hand the reigns to the current core of younger girls.

I might sound like I’m gatekeeping but it is what it is. So Keisha Kong might look at this match as setting a statement on Day 1 but I don’t intend to be used as someone’s stepping stone anytime soon. The Behemoth of a woman versus The Ace with an unkillable soul, losing in your first isn’t a bad thing, Keisha. Someone like you can definitely return with a vengeance and secure a win in your second match but right now I need to win and push towards returning to the top of Odyssey and Women’s Wrestling.

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 11:31 pm by **Jeff X**

Welcome to the Hall of Fame, Tarah

Askin, North Carolina

February 12, 2020

The scene opens up to Jeff X standing in his bedroom, directly in front of his closet. Draped over his left arm is a suit wrapped in plastic. He holds it up, inspecting the cheap but nice formal wear for a moment, before hanging it in the closet alongside his various jackets. He turns back and grabs the bottle of Bud Light from the nightstand before taking a seat on the bed and lighting up a cigarette. He looks up at the camera and his normally cold and focused expression has disappeared, instead being replaced with a slight smile that he can’t help but wear.

“There’s so many things that I want to say right now, but I don’t have the time nor the words to properly express all of the emotions that I’ve felt over the course of these last two weeks. I’ve toiled away in this company for nearly two years now. I’ve headlined Pay-Per-Views...became the inaugural Keys to the Kingdom holder...won the first ever Final Destination Match...I was the longest reigning Spartans Champion in history...2019’s Future Star of the Year, a myriad of Weekly Awards...and now...I’ve won the Clash of Titans. I did everything that I vowed that I would and now I’m headed to the main event of Final Destination 2, receiving my long overdue first World Heavyweight Championship opportunity. I know everyone is waiting on my decision...Bull Connors or Kenny Drake. Who am I going to face? And that decision will come soon, but honestly, I haven’t even thought about that yet. I know that the next two months are going to get rather intense as I head towards the biggest match of my career...and I still have a long way to go in order to call myself a World Champion...but still...it’s difficult not to take a moment and reflect on all that I’ve accomplished in my time here. In two years of being in OWA...I’ve laid the base for a Hall of Fame career...but while I keep grinding and striving to achieve the lofty goals I’ve set for myself...others have already been there and done that...but there is only one of them that has earned the right to actually call themselves an OWA Hall of Famer...Tarah fucking Nova.”

Jeff pauses to hit his cigarette and take a sip from the bottle.

“Tarah, I want to first say congratulations to you on being selected as the first ever OWA Hall of Fame inductee. There was absolutely not a single soul on this Earth more deserving of that honor. Look at you...look at your career. You’ve done it all. Former Omega Heavyweight Champion...former Television Champion...former Tag Team Champion...the first and only Triple Crown Winner in OWA History. You’ve main evented Final Destination. You’ve been involved in some of the most memorable moments in the history of our sports. The ShockCollar of Hardcore Wrestling. Wielding nothing more than your trademark baseball bat wrapped tightly in barbed wire and an iron will, you’ve destroyed every obstacle that was ever placed before you and accomplished every single thing that there is to accomplish in our industry. And best of all...you’ve always done it your way. Always refusing to conform to society’s expectations. Not once have you ever strayed away from who you are and have always stayed true to yourself and your family. It’s been an honor and privilege to have been able to watch your career unfold. But still...the announcement on your inclusion into the Hall of Fame is a bit bittersweet for me. On one hand...I couldn’t be more thrilled for you. As I said, nobody deserves it more and...as you can see...I’ve already purchased my outfit for the historic occasion. Not much in this world will make me replace my jeans and t-shirt for a fucking suit, but I wouldn’t miss your induction for the world. You’ve been one of my biggest supporters behind the scenes since I first walked through the door of this company, and I truly cannot wait to see you immortalized forever. But on the other hand...your placement into the Hall...sadly means that your career will soon be coming to a close.”

Jeff snuffs out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray as he takes yet another drink.

“And while my sole focus has now shifted to doing as you did last year and closing out Final Destination by holding the World Heavyweight Championship high over my head...I simply cannot allow your brilliant career to come to a close without stepping into the ring with you myself. It’s why I specifically requested this match, and thankfully both you and management have agreed to it. And this is strange for me Tarah...normally before a match, as you all know...I’ll provide you all with bold proclamations, sarcastic remarks, and disrespectful tirades but this time...for once...I have nothing unkind to say.”

Jeff smiles a little yet again as he presses the bottle to his lips once more.

“Indeed I am looking towards Final Destination...how can you blame me? It’s the biggest opportunity of my career. I’m as focused and determined as I’ve ever been. These two months cannot go by fast enough, but before I get there...I need to prove to myself that I’m ready to be the Champion and face of this company...to prove that I am the best there is. But in order to do that...I’m going to have to defeat the best that this industry has to offer...and that’s you Tarah. So I’m going to step into that ring tomorrow night and give you every single thing that I have. And I know that you will do the same. And when it’s all said and done and that bell rings...and I’ve proven to myself and the world that I’m indeed ready for this...I’m going to make my way to Final Destination week fully prepared to take my place at the top of our sport...but also prepared to put on that uncomfortable ass three piece suit in there...and witness you get a proper end to your dazzling career as I get the honor of watching you immortalized forever into the OWA Hall of Fame before hearing...for one final time…”

Jeff finishes up what little beer remains in his bottle.

“Nova Out.”

[Fade to Black]

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 11:13 pm by Keelan Callihan

I lost.

Again.

I once again failed to capture a world title.

But it's not my fault?

Right?

There's always another reason.

Another excuse.

Another person.

Another matter.

...

Who am I kidding?

I can't keep doing this shirade.

I can't continue to portray this character for you all.

I've always put the blame on others but when it comes down to it, I'm the reason.

I can't blame anybody else this time.

It's nobody else's fault.

Not Julianna, not Carlos, not even Kenny Drake or Niki Khan.

It's me.

I am a failure.

I am a nobody surrounded by somebodies.

I'm all smoke and mirrors.

Maybe there's something thatcangetmeoutofthiskdkxkekclskc--

The one championship in the last five years I was able to attain was this tag title.

And Carlos did all the heavy lifting.

He's a better man than I.

He is legit.

I am a phony.

I.

No more.

No more playing the blame game.

It's me.

I'm the reason for my own shortcomings.

It's my fault.

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Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 10:29 pm by **DampshawIIIఒ**

"The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,

You can't let go and you can't hold on,

You can't go back and you can't stand still,

If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will."

It’s funny how some people marvel at how serendipitous life can be. But really you can only believe in serendipity if you don’t believe in fate. I of course believe in it. It's no coincidence that the inaugural Spartan Champion Scotty Adams made his triumphant return to OWA at the Clash of The Titans. Now we find ourselves tangling one on one. It's also no coincidence that he became Spartan Champion at Hardcore Havoc, and then one year later at the very same event, I won that championship. The wheels of fate are always spinning. The Clash had many surprise returns, as it is to be expected but there was a definitely extra spark to the air when Mr. Adams' music hit. The audience knew. The greatest Spartan Champion of all time was going to have his work cut out for him….and they were happy to see Scotty Adams there too.

You were an impressive Spartan Champion, Mr. Adams from what I’ve been told. I’m not going to take anything away from you. There is a reason you became the first one. No one can ever take that away from you but I offer you this to think about. You made 3 successful title defences before losing the championship, and I’m over 2 weeks from beating your reign and I haven’t had to lift a finger. Now, my detractors will say that I’m running champion, but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’ll take any challengers at any time. The fact that I have been champion for 60 days and have had no challengers doesn’t say anything about me, but says everything about the lack of true talent in OWA. OWA Management has been scrambling to try and find a suitable challenger for me and alas, here we are and still nothing. People want to throw praise and shower applause on performers like Dulce Torres and Bull Connors for being 2 time champions here, but the way I see it is to be 2 time champion, you need to have lost that championship once before. I plan on holding the Spartan Championship only once. Then I plan on holding the World Heavyweight Championship only once. And perhaps Demis and I will hold onto the Openweight Championship once. And if I want to, I’ll take the Television Championship and Omega Heavyweight Championship once as well. I said last year that if I wanted to, I would hold every championship here, but I only need to hold them once. You’ve already lost the Spartan Championship once so you’re one step behind me. Therefore, I think you need to sit yourself down and wonder, if your return is so lauded and your presence back in OWA is so welcomed, then why is our match not for the Spartan Championship? Sure, you could argue that OWA Management wouldn’t give away a championship match of that caliber on free TV, but let’s not kid ourselves. That would send television ratings skyrocketing, so let’s not kid ourselves. You’re simply not enough of a name anymore. Can you still put on great, exciting matches? I’m sure you can. I can put on 5 star matches with my hands tied behind my back, but I’m not worried about that. I’m not here to be the critics’ darlings, or to make the audience cheer for my efforts. I’m here to destroy, rape and pillage. I’m here to spread the word of The New Dawn until not a single soul questions Us. I am the most powerful entity this universe has ever known, but each passing day I hold this championship, my power grows. What have you done? Had some good matches and then left? Sure, I’ve walked out of my fair share of promotions, but once I extracted as much as I felt necessary from them, I never looked back. Nothing I walked away from was ever worth returning to. You can come crawling back, but it isn’t the same, is it? The bumps hurt just a little more. The cheers don’t sound so sweet. Isn’t that right? And it’s not the same for the audience either. One their conquering hero is a little slower and a little less forceful, and two, the luster of their star is a tad less shiny. So tell me, Mr. Adams, what have you done?

Me? I have been to the ruins of Golgotha, where Jesus Christ himself was crucified. I knelt down at the rocks and rubbed the dust and blood all over my skin. I’ve been to the darkest jungles of Peru where I drank their medicine which gave me visions both more beautiful and more horrifying than even my own imagination could conjure. I’ve traversed the lush impenetrable labyrinths of Macedonia, got lost for weeks before finding my way out and I’ve visited the sunken Ancient tombs of Egypt where the spirits of Ra and Tutankhamun themselves feared to conjure themselves in my presence. So I’ll ask one more time, Mr. Adams. What have you done?

“Big wheel turn by the grace of God,

Every time that wheel turn 'round,

Bound to cover just a little more ground

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down.”

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 10:17 pm by Kevin Maverick

Olympus Promo #1

“Reparations (Feel the Love)”

“It’s happening.”

(The camera opens to Kevin Maverick standing outside of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture in the heart of Harlem, NY. He’s standing behind a podium and next to him is his assistant Young Reyhan and his uncle, former NFL player Marion Smith. Standing nearby is avid supporter and Olympus commentator Giovante Reese. Standing before them is a large crowd who came in support of “The Greatest Showman”)

Kevin Maverick: After a stellar performance at the Clash, #YaBoi is getting an opportunity of a lifetime to reclaim what was rightfully his: The OWA Openweight Championship! You see my dear Kevimaniacs, #TheMan has been trying to put a brotha down for so long! I was being fed scraps by the establishment! Meanwhile they allowed that overgrown redheaded step child to flounder all over the card, letting him do as he please! That belt used to be called the OWA Cruiserweight Championship. Before that, it was the SSW Junior Heavyweight Championship! Two lineages dedicated to MY style of fighting! That belt was meant for #YaBoi. It was a match made in heaven. But by the failed grace of a dysfunctional Jake Keeton, the aptly named Derelict has stripped me of my very essence! The Openweight Championship is a title that shows that no matter how big or small, anyone can catch these hands! That’s the ideology that a real one like me, the nephew of legendary NFL tight end Marion Smith has to ascribe by! #MamaMentality from here on out! The eyes of a hawk and the skills of a goddamn assassin! Shoot first, ask questions later! This is what we’re about as we enter the danger zone and get back these reparations! It’s tax season y'all! And from what I see, the state of Omega owes me a tax refund in the form of a title belt!

(Kevin points at his number 8 Lakers jersey and then at the crowd.)

Kevin Maverick: I’m gonna need everyone’s energy in ten days. I’m about to drop the most spirit of bombs on homie! My victory is absolute! It’s written in the stars! On freaking Valentine’s Day, in the midst of BLACK HISTORY MONTH #YaBoi is gonna get HIS REPARATIONS!! It’s time for The Derelict to PAY WHAT HE OWE!

Crowd: PAY WHAT YOU OWE! PAY WHAT YOU OWE!

Kevin Maverick: Listen, Big red had one hell of a run with that belt. But it’s time his redwood ass got chopped into bits and pieces. I ate dirt for months thinking that I was getting what I deserved. I guilt tripped myself into thinking that I wasn't as good as I thought I was, but here I am ready to handle business. And listen - I didn’t forget what Flex did to me. But this be the streets and him and Soultrain will be dealt with eventually. For now I have to focus on getting back my baby. We;ve been through a lot together from feuding with Allessandro Devione to losing touch with myself after Boiling Point. I had a bit of a come-up by being on the winning team at Civil War, but now it’s time to get serious. It’s time to show these fools WHOSE SHOW IT IS! WHOSE SHOW IS IT!?

Crowd: IT’S MAVERICK’S SHOW!

Kevin Maverick: WHICH MAVERICK!?

Crowd: KEVIN!

Kevin Maverick: Which Kevin!?

Crowd: THE BLACK ONE!

Kevin Maverick: And what month is this!?

Crowd: BLACK HISTORY MONTH!

Kevin Maverick: And there it is. Praised be Clip Gawd Senpai! I know I come off as a fun loving gent with not a care in the world, but I do have concerns. I want success just as much as the next cat. I want my name etched in the annals of history! You spoke about how our match is like a date...I agree with you. This is why you must pay what you owe, my dear friend. You know just as well as I do that the Openweight Championship belongs to me! It is the natural progression of my career to go from junior heavyweight to openweight! Because an openweight title bonus means opensteaks and opencakes!

Crowd: OPENSTEAKS!

Kevin Maverick: What kind of steak!?

Crowd: SIRLOIN!

Kevin Maverick: What kind of cake!?

Crowd: TRES DE LECHE!

Kevin Maverick: Ya’ll know the deal - House of Mofongo up in Washington Heights. Tell Osmira I sent you - it’ll be 15 percent off your bill! You know, the wrestling game reminds me of the street game. Everybody got a code sand alignment; we all have a story to tell, a background you can relate to. From what I know of The Derelict, he was homeless at one point; some say he still is, which is crazy given that he has an OWA contract. Some people see him as the ultimate success story; I see a man who already had the skills but did nothing with them until recently. He feels beaten down by society and wants to deliver the big payback. Who knew someone so big would be so goddamn emo. It makes me wonder if he wears black eye liner when he’s alone and cry himself to sleep while listening to some My Chemical Romance. Hmm, actually he sees more like a Tom Waits kind of guy. I guess that’s appropriate because when you lived the life of a derelict, you got to keep the devil way down in the hole. But as you can see, Big Red has failed to do that. If anything, his idle hands has become the workshop of the devil’s most tenacious deeds. On Valentine’s Day, I won’t just be fighting Derelict, but the negativity he represents.

Giovante Reese: You heard that!? He’ll be fighting the human incarnation of the Dallas Cowboys! Filthy and full of empty promises!

Marion Smith: Such a shame, really. But have faith in my nephew! He will purify The Derelict canvas of Ring Minnetonka! He will bring positivity into the lives of red headed step children everywhere! No longer will they have to deal with having no reflection! The Greatest Showman will use his guiding light, and reflect it from the glass surface of reality to show The Derelict who he really is: just another lost soul looking for guidance!

(Marion takes out a box. He opens it, revealing a kufi hat.)

Marion Smith: This is for The Derelict! Once Kevin exorcises the negativity from his spirit, we shall place this on the head of The Derelict and he will be brought in by the wonderful hotep brothas and sistas of the Awakened Third Eye and we will teach him our ways! We will tame the pasty red beast and educate him! We will civilize him! We will tame him! With the power of The Phoenix, he shall be converted into a functioning member of SOCIETY!

Crowd: SOCIETY!

Young Reyhan: We’ll get him a job working on Bernie Sanders’ campaign and everything!

Crowd: BERNIE! BERNIE!

Giovante Reese: It’s about to be Valentine’s Day...do you know what that means!?

(Giovante takes out a boombox and presses play. “Feel the Love” by Kids See Ghosts begins to play as Kid Cudi comes out with a mic.)

Kid Cudi: I CAN STILL FEEL THE LOVE! I CAN STILL FEEL THE LOVE!

(Pusha T comes out and starts rapping his part of the song. Kevin continues his speech.)

Kevin Maverick: Can you feel it Derelict!? HUH!?

Crowd: (Nas voice) HUH!?

Kevin Maverick: Do you hear that!? That’s the society coming together! That’s SOCIETY! That’s progress! That’s hundreds of years of strife coming to fruition! From the Trans-Atlantic to NOW Derelict! IT ALL LEAD UP TO THIS! THIS IS WHAT MY ANCESTORS HAVE STRUGGLED FOR! FOR THIS VERY MOMENT!

Pusha T: Buy her bundles, fly her out!

Kevin Maverick: Bring her friend, I try her out!

Pusha T: Ain't no worries findin' out!

Young Reyhan: The details is ironed out!

Marion Smith: Easily they plays along!

Kevin Maverick: Hopin' that I play a song!

Crowd: LOVE TO FUCK TO TRAP MUSIC!

Kid Cudi: FEEL THE LOVE!

Giovante Reese: GRRRAT-GAT-GAT-GAT-GAT!!

Pusha T/Kevin Maverick: DOPE MONEY JUST CAME ALONG!

Young Reyhan: WOO!!

Giovante Reese: GRRRAT-GAT!!!

Kid Cudi: I CAN STILL FEEL THE LOVE!!

Giovante Reese: GAT-GAT, GAT, GA-GA-GA-GA-GAT GRRRAT, GAT-GAT-GAT!!

Kid Cudi: I CAN STILL FEEL THE LOVE!!!

Everyone: GAT-GAT-GAT-GAT-GAT-GAT-GAT, GRRRAT GAT-GAT-GAT-GAT!!!

Kevin Maverick: FEEL THE LOVE!!

Crowd: GA-GA-GAT, GA-GAT, GA-GAT, GA-GAT-GAT, GRRRAT-GAT!!

Giovante Reese: BA-BA-BA-BA BRRRAT-DAT-DA-DA-DA, DA GA-GA-GA-GA
BRRR-AH-DA-DA-DA, BRRR-AH-DA-DA-DA BRRR-AH-DA-DA-DA, BRRR-AH-DA-DA-DA
BRRR-AH-RRR-AH, BRRR-AH-GAT-GAT-GA RUDE-RUDE-RUDE-RUDE-WOO!!!!

(During the break in between lyrics, Kevin moves from behind the podium and jumps into the crowd, moving closer to the camera as he addresses The Derelict personally.)

Kevin Maverick: This is what togetherness looks like Derelict. THIS is what happiness looks like! Can you feel the energy pulsing through your veins!? You can’t fight this, my friend. You can't fight destiny! This date was written in the stars. We are star-crossed lovers - pause. We are a platonic Romeo and Julius! We’re like Future and Drake in Life is Good! I’m not just doing this for my sake! I’m doing this for you as well! A healthy rivalry needs to be nourished like a newborn baby sucking off the breast of its mother! The Openweight Championship is that titty Derelict! And our blood, sweat, and tears is the milk from which we drink! It will make us stronger and faster than ever before! On this fated Valentine’s Day in the month of all that is Black and Holy we shall do battle. But at the end of the day…

(Kevin winks at the camera)

Kevin Maverick: That titty is mine. Give me my reparations, Derelict. Pay. What. You. Owe.

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 10:15 pm by **El Ironico**

Cane And Able

Sitting in white plastic lawn chairs on the edge of a heavily littered trailer park in Alabama are OWA TV Champion Harman Ardelean, his disciple and father of his god-son Leander, and a pack of dogs of no discernible pedigree.

Harman: Everybody drop what you are doing. Your attention is DEMANDED by the one and only Hard-Man of the Highways, The Man with the Purple Van, your OWA TV Champ and the UNDISTPUTED KANG OF ALL GYPSIES! HARMAN ARDELEAN! Now, everyone already knows that when the Kang is in town it’s always a special occasion. After all, the Kang is not just a lover and a fighter, he’s a showman and he always puts on a spectacle. But bare with me because this time things are a little different. Now when I say, nay, PROCLAIM that THE KANG HAS ARRIVED! Now there’s a little more weight under those words, you feel it?

Harman makes a conspicuous display of shuffling the OWA TV Championship from one shoulder to the other

Harman: It’s a crushing, restrictive, smothering weight like being underneath Queen Kong’s cheeks but it’s mine and I’m keeping it on the road with me a while. Gone are the days of wandering along picking my dates for when I want to be crushing cans for the shits and giggles, as the KANG of Television itself there are expectations, roadmaps, somebody handed a goddamn storyboard for my next promotional appearance but I told them to stick it where the sun don’t shine. While others make it just to get strangled by the red tape and demands of being a “role model”, the normal rules don’t apply to the One True Kang. I’m still a free agent after all, and the only rule I’m sticking to is hard-man Harman laying the smackdown hard on the hardest mothers in the business. We in the heavies now. I’m looking at the company I’m keeping and though I see a lot of bitches...

Harman casts a sly glance at the dogs sniffing eachother’s rear ends around him.

Harman: I’m also seeing my name up in lights next to such illustrious figures as the wonder woman of anomalous testosterone levels, Aria Jackson; the beanpole with a mean soul, Finn Wokefield; and my new best friend for the week... is... mother of God... NO! THE SON! THE ACTUAL SON OF GOD AND HE’S JACKED BABY!!! Now after all this excitement just imagine my disappointment when the Messiah himself didn’t get the memo. I’ve been warned by the bald lacky of the divine, no less, not to “pull a fast one”. Well listen to me, Nico. Sorry about your ten commandments but I lie, cheat and steal and commit adultery on levels that test even your master’s capacity for forgiveness. Nothing’s going to change.

Harman tilts his head up defiantly.

Harman: I was born in the purple, JC. Your father made me this way and I don’t intend to mess with the imminent will of the creator. But here’s the deal... Since this is your second coming and you’ve been gone a while I’ll do you a solid. Jesus... The last time you were sitting pretty on the of the hill it was between two thieves with a crown o’ thorns wrapped around your skull but this time there’s been an executive decision and we’re making a few creative changes to the script. THIS TIME you’ve only got one thief by your side but the God of Abraham ain’t never made a brigand like this before. I’m a master thief. I’m a cat burglar. I am the man that VAR forgot. You turned water into wine? Sounds like a partay but I did one better when I turned Jake’s Ketosis back to vodka. And I did two better when I grabbed that brass ring and turned it to GOLD baby.

Harman kisses his belt

Harman: Maybe you’re not used to how things work around here, 2000 years is a long time so let me fill you in. In this timeline The Kang ALWAYS wears the crown. That’s right Emmanuel, this ain’t a competition but I’m winning. Don’t worry, it ain’t my royal prerogative to ruck, just being kindly sir and letting you know. Taking orders ain’t my deal, this ain’t the drive thru at Macky D’s but rest assured, you’ll get the order you want while you’re in the Kang’s Court. Brutha, we ain’t gotta go down to the fields today because I’m Keen and I’m Able to put aside any petty grievances to be a winner. Get it? Let me put it to you again... I will lay traps, I will lay down the law, lay a beating, lay an iron CANE on any ABLE bodied man - OR WOMAN who gets in my way. But you won’t need no prayers here because you and I are going to get on like a house on fire.

Harman cracks his knuckles.

Harman: As for the Chemically Enhanced Queen and Daddy Long Legs... You might think that you are the big names on campus with your long lists of wrestling accomplishments but the facts of life are against you. Me and JC have over 2000 years of experience under our belts combined and our collective fanbases number in the BILLIONS. I’d be stealing your thunder but the forces of nature are already ours.

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 9:38 pm by Tarah Moore

Glitter & Gold---Olympus
Promo Number One

“I am flesh and I am bone Arise, ting ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting ting, like glitter Like glitter and gold Like glitter Do you walk in the meadow of spring? Do you talk to the animals? Do you hold their lives from a string? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark The dark, the dark, the dark I am flesh and I am bone Arise, ting ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting ting, like glitter I am flesh and I am bone Arise, ting ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting ting, like glitter 'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinning up Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody's in the front room's tripping out You left your bottle at the door.”

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The scene opens up to a small Bar area filled with loud people and ever louder music. The camera pans over, showing the walls covered in old wrestling photos and pieces of ring gear from some of the best who has ever stepped in the ring. Slowly the camera moves to a booth near the pool tables where photos of Tarah Nova was shown; from her first Championship to pieces of her old "Freaks > Fakes" ring gear....and in the booth? Tarah Nova herself with a glass of Ginger Ale in front of her. A smile appears on her lips as she looks at the camera.

"It's been a long few weeks after I lost the Television Championship...it was a quiet few days and then it hit me...I have two months from my retirement. Two months to get all my ducks in a row and in perfect line so when I do unlace my Chuck Taylor's for the last time, I won't have anything unchecked. That means dream matches that have been dancing in my head since I first announced my departure. Many names have been on my list, many names I cannot wait to fight but others might not even happen but it is what it is....but one name that has been on my list since my first season is none other then the 2020 Clash Winner: Jeff X. See I've been thinking of this match and happily enough, Jeff felt the same about fighting me." Tarah smiles more at the camera, "See, Jeff...he’s a newcomer, sure but he has been breaking walls and bursting through ceilings since he stepped foot in Omega Alliance Wrestling. He has been showing everyone that new blood is something OWA needs. He falls in the came placement as that pain in the ass HAVOC, my old tag team partner Bull Connors, and the once Devil of OWA: Nate Cage; just to name a few. All of them have one thing in common and that's how they are the future of this company. They are the workhorses that will be taking spots like mine, my husband’s and others who made OWA what it is today. We might have built and created this world but they are the ones who are going to breathe life into it...And that's one of the many things I love about Jeff X. He knows where he stands in the company. He knows the facts and knows that one day...and hopefully soon...He’s going to be the Face of the Place. He’s going to be the one everyone will be cheering for at the end of the night once he rises a Championship over his head. Which one though? I mean he did just fuckin’ win the 2020 Clash which...” Tarah takes a sip of her ginger ale before continuing, “By the Way, Jeffie, Congrats on that. I know how hard it is to fight among thirty other male and live to tell the tale. Back in the day, years ago...I he’d my own and made it to the final four with names like Brian Daniels, Devan Dubian and Alex Anderson. Two outta those three you might not know but back in the day..they were big deals.” She shakes her head slowly, “But this isn’t about the past or the future, Jeffie, no. This is about tomorrow night and how You and I are finally going to meet in the middle of that squared circle. You have been one of my fan favourites, let me just say. I truly have been raving about you and how you are in the wrestling ring to my husband till he rolls his eyes over it but there is a reason for all of that...and it's because I respect you so much. And not just as a wrestler, no. As a human being too. See, I’ve seen you at the OMEGA-Cons and with the fans. You don’t push them away, you allow them to come up to you and take pictures. I’ve seen many wrestlers before you just give dirty looks at fans--even kids--but no you. You smile and pose for the camera...no matter how fuckin’ early it is when we land in the airport. Hell, my son even talks about you and how much you have made a fan out of him because you care about others and not just yourself...and As a Wrestler---no---As a Mother, it makes me respect you more than most in the Lockerroom. And for that, I thank you for being the way you are, Jeff. I truly thank you and what better way to thank you but to give you one of my last spots I have open for matches till I retire?” Tarah looks down at her drink for a moment before sighing, “I talk about retiring so much, it doesn’t feel real, ya know? This, besides my kids and Nasir, has been my life. Taking care of the boys in the back too when they needed to be put into their places or needed some help, I guess has been a part of it but wrestling? Just leaving the ring for good...it's hard but I’m happy about it. I’m giving up my spot to the younger generation like you, Jeff. So You and others like you can grow and old farts like me don’t steal anymore spotlights from ya. I have said it many times jokingly that I’m too nice for this sport but then again, I’ve been beating people up in Deathmatches/Hardcore for 13 years. Too nice yet violent as fuck, I guess...hence why I’m the ShockCollar of it...Anyway, my point is that I am happy to be standing across the ring against you tomorrow night, Jeff. I’m proud to have been here long enough to do so and win or lose, it's going to be one hell of an amazing match against us...So to us, Jeff X...and may the best Alpha Win. Cheers, mate.”

With that, Tarah picks up her ginger ale and drinks the rest of it down. She places the cup back down on the table in front of her before smiling one last time at the camera then sliding out of the booth. As she walks away, the Camera zooms in on the photos on the wall again, showing the newest picture of Tarah Nova holding the OWA Tag Team, TV and Heavyweight Championships; showing her as the first triple Crown Champion. The scene fades to black afterwards.

NOVA OUT.

WORDS: 1094 | TAGGED: JEFF X
:copyright: TARAH JAY NOVA

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 8:15 pm by **Scott Oasis**

The roar of the crowd.

The brightness of the lights.

The grandeur of being in that ring.

My OWA main roster debut was electric; downright magical. A night I will never forget. And a night I will want to relive again and again. It was a moment that honestly, I’ve felt I’ve deserved for a long time now.

When I lost the OWT Championship the night beforehand, I was at peace. Losing sucks, sure, but there wasn’t any disappointment in myself. There wasn’t any disappointment in my daughters’ eyes either when they saw me slide under those ropes and face them after my defeat. They were proud of me. Proud of me because I fought hard. Proud of me because I made it this far. Proud of me because I was a champion. Proud of me….because they knew there was something more laying ahead for us. That daddy’s journey was just beginning and it was going to be even more fun and exciting. When one door opens, another door closes, but in this case it might as well have been the gates of heaven. Forget about getting knocked down and getting back on my feet, I got knocked down and leaped all of the way to the top of Mount Olympus! I got the call from management, got the dotted line placed in my face, and became the newest acquisition to Friday Nights - the true premiere night in OWA if you ask me!

Being apart of the OWA televised roster is a dream come true and something I never thought in a million years could happen to me! A chubby office worker with no natural athletic ability, no sports background, no fight background, no fancy gimmicks or managers or valets (though I will say that my wife is a superstar level FOX!) and who really had no place of his own in this business. A guy like me isn’t who you’d expect to tune in and see on your screens next to these masters of the ring, these monsters among men, these real life superheroes almost. But here I am. Shoulder to shoulder with these figures. On their level. Besting them as well. Upsetting them in matches time after time when hardly a soul on earth was expecting it. I was meant to be someone on the sidelines. A fan. A nobody. A nothing. But I didn’t accept that. That was not who I wanted to be. That was not who I wanted my family to look up to. I decided to be better, I decided to put in tireless work to get to this point! I said that I wanted to be a HERO for my kids, and I’d say that in The Clash I fit that role just fine.

You can say what you want about me, but you can’t say that I didn’t look like I belonged in that ring! The best in the business - Layne Kurobane, Havoc, Nate Cage, Finnegan Wakefield, Jeff X, and I was rolling through all of them! I was like a house on fire, taking them all out one by one like an unstoppable force! I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t inexperienced and I damn sure wasn’t unprepared to mix it up with any of those boys! I showed the world that Teddy Mac is here and he’s ready to make some noise! He’s ready to be up there with all of the big names! He’s ready for his daughters to come to school and talk about how their dad is the big time tv wrestler! And most relevant of all…..he’s ready to be a champion on the big stage.

And that’s where Atlantis comes in, the start of my full time run with the main roster and what should be the start of something special. Tag Team Gold is on the line and I’m one of the men fighting for it! In front of me are Zaibatsu - the sinister Carlos Rosso and the even more devious Keelan Callihan. And by my side? The perfect partner. The person who is going to help me defeat these jerks. When I was in The Clash there was only one man I couldn’t bring myself to put hands on, one man who I had too much respect for, and that man was Nobi! Nobi is someone who years ago, back when I was a teen sitting on the couch admiring wrestling, always stood out to me. He was a man of integrity, honor and bravery. He succeeded and he succeeded by doing things the right way! It was never about breaking rules, or bringing others down, or playing politics, it was about doing what you can for the love of the sport and being a role model for the people tuning in at home. Nobi is the pro-wrestling equivalent of Superman in my book and he’s someone who it is an absolute honor to call my partner! All it took was a fist bump and I already feel like we’re an inseparable duo. Two men with the same values, the same vision, and the same disdain for people like Keelan and Carlos. We’re the antithesis of men like them. Cheaters, liars, scoundrels. Men who get off on the idea of wrongdoing and who cut corners to get ahead. Guys who have the world in their hand but ruin their credibility via how they go about maintaining it. You guys are proud of how you carry yourselves. You think doing things “the right way” is pathetic and spineless! ...Nobi and I will show you otherwise. We’ll show you like we’ve shown everyone else who has doubted people who act like we do. The Nice Guys always prevail in the end; it’s true what they tell you in the movies. And the whole world will see that truth when the two of us come together and win in our first night as a team -- all because we put in work the fair way.

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 5:42 pm by **Nobi**

Pretty sure Keelan Callihan and Carlos Rosso will mock me for this but I pointed this out before Clash of Titans that I’m always getting something without never doing anything. I challenged for The OWA World Heavyweight Championship twice without earning the right to be the no. 1 contender on both occasions. I was inserted into The Apollo and Artemis Tournament just because I saved Hans Olsen from Ground Zero beating. I also got named as a COT participant twice without participating in a qualification match either.

…...and now this…..

Teddy Mac and I are going to challenge Keelan and Carlos for the OWA World Tag Team Championship on Atlantis. I mean, I love Teddy. His Daughter is a fan of mine and Teddy himself is a great guy in general. He’s truly one of the kindest guys I’ve ever met in my life. You all saw how Teddy and I interacted in the COT match anyway. I want him to accomplish accolades as many as possible because not only is he a good guy but also he’s a great wrestler as well. He deserves it and he’s a fan favourite. He has the qualifications to be the next OWA poster boy and be the ambassador in the media circuits because he’s truly likeable.

But do I deserve to be his partner? I don’t know yet. I don’t know if I could get the job done and I’m worried if I’m holding him back in this match. As I said before, I always get handed with everything but for a good reason, I always failed to win them all. But with Teddy it’s different. I don’t think I deserve to have a shot at this but I really want to do all I can to win the Tag Team Championship with Teddy. All I have to do is improving my A-Game and just be a good partner for Teddy. I want to back him up after all.

Well, Keelan and Carlos are tough challenges though. They are great both as a single wrestler and a tag team wrestler respectively. They ended The Dollhouse’s reigns after all. Also regardless for what happened to both of them in their respective matches, they are very ready to defend their belts on Atlantis. I admire them both. They have the skills and the chemistry but not only that, they are strong as well. There’s so many good things I can say about them and man, it’s actually an honor to face them both. That’s why I also need to have the confidence to beat them. Nah, nah, nah, not just a confidence but also faith as well. I have to have a faith on Teddy, myself, and us as a team. We never tagged before but I’m sure we could get the job done.

Keelan, don’t be sad for what happened at COT. You were so close to beat Kenny and I’m sorry for that but regardless you’ll get another chance in future. Whether people hate you or not, you’re one hell of a talented guy. You know it, I know it, and everyone knows it. So many good things I can say about you and I believe that you and Carlos will do great job as the OWA Tag Team Championship. I mean you have more experienced than I do but back in 2016, we joined a same company and despite we wrestled on different brands, I know how much fighting spirits you have and it just keeps getting stronger as the time passes by. I mean look at you and look at me now. I won a championship and unfortunately you didn’t back then and here in OWA, the table has been turned. I mean sure, I was just a part-timer but as I said before, I kept getting championship matches just like I am getting one now but I always failed to win them all while you are carrying a gold around your shoulder now. Could I suffer another failure in this match? I could but you’re not the only one that have a fighting spirits. Teddy Mac does too. He’ll do whatever he can to win this match with respect and dignity. And I guess you know how I am. Maybe I have lost a step or two after missing the boat for almost 2 years but now I am here and I’m looking for my redemptions and Teddy and I are going to take you and Carlos by storm.

Now what can I say about you, Carlos? You put one hell of a performances at COT as usual. I mean just like Keelan, you didn’t win the COT match just like I didn’t too but man, you’ve won a few World Championships in your career. I respect you so much bro. I’ve been following you since CWF my guy. From your days as a Kjor’s Court member to the legendary battle against the great American Dragon, you’ve done it all and honestly, deep down from my heart I want to see you in OWA: Hall of Fame this year if the boards wants to have a few individuals to accompany Tarah Nova. I’m sorry to say but sometimes I think you’re overlooked and you’re so underrated. So many accomplishment you have achieved Carlos but when people talk about wrestling, they usually talk more about guys like Finnegan Wakefield or Nasir Moore. Hell, if we talk about the past, people usually talked more about AmDrag or Donovan T. I got love for them all just like I do to you and Keelan but you deserve more recognition my guy. We had a match 2 years ago. It was a Triple Threat match but you did pin me. You did knock me out. You kicked my ass fair and square bro. Could this happen again in Atlantis? Very possible but even so, Teddy and I have to beat you and Keelan to win the Tag Team Championship.

I know I’m contradicting myself. I do think I don’t deserve this match….and for the record, just me, Teddy Mac does but I want to win this for him and for everyone that always support me no matter what. I respect both Keelan and Carlos but Teddy Mac needs to win this match and I’ll do all I can to help him out.

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 4:02 pm by **VaeVictisBD**

”In our darkest hours, when we are the most lost, we find reality slipping through our fingers like grains of sand. For the past few months, one after the other, I have been met with setback after setback. Lost to Sabertooth. Lost to Nate Cage; throat crushed. Got nowhere closer to reclaiming former glory and yet, I persevered and stood back up. They were amazed despite a folding chair crushing my windpipe I was quick back into the mix and in the Clash of the Titans match. But what was out of character in that? I always came back. Despite what they tout to be the impossible, I have *made* it possible — reality forms to the strongest will. And I was ready to bend reality to my will again at Clash of the Titans. Rise where I once fell. It was my start to rebuild my path back to the ace status, back to the OWA World Championship at Final Destination — the reality I was deprived this time last year. The reality I needed to forge for this year.

Yet I failed. I was thrown over. That reality has faded.

And now, here I stand. In the middle of a path that goes around in a circle. I am in the exact same spot as when I returned, only this time, I have no direction. Until Final Destination is in the history books again, the White Whale continues to leave me far behind its trail. I will take chase until I catch it. And I have no excuse to make about not claiming it. Everything has seemingly become unclear, simply distorted in my eyes. And that loss of focus has brought about this troublesome question…

What do I do to rise again?

I don’t believe in higher powers. Why would I? Doesn’t the very idea of an unseen entity pushing us toward reward or ruin seem...silly? Like it denies us credibility for making ourselves? Like it denies us consequence for our actions? I don’t believe in destiny, karma or even the existence of a religious deity; In this ring, I am god of my own destiny and karmic retribution and on Atlantis… I face a harsh reality, one that came true due to my consequence of leaving…

I stand side by side with Ms Aria Jason…

The woman who took the title I gave up, the responsibilities that were mine to carry, and made sure this company didn’t crumble like our past said it would. And I can respect her for that. I can thank her for that. I can be motivated by her career because Aria, she has never been afraid to speak her mind, never afraid to take an opportunity that wasn’t given to her, be the change and not ask for it — Aria, I respect you. But I resent you. I resent you for that moment. Final Destination, the championship I bled for over your head, -the- show that told the world “come and get us.” That should have been me. And not you. But I am my own fault for that. And you were right — The Clash wasn’t the night my reality was set in stone. But that moment will be mine, even if it’s my dying moment. I’ll change the world.

But I need to put the balance back into my career. I need...Finnegan Wakefield back. He will rise again. He will be resurrected..

And fitting, because one of our opponents seems to think himself to be the second coming himself… Jesus Christ, if you will. Is this what we’ve degraded ourselves to? Comedic theatre? And I can’t fault this young man who is going to such an extent to get noticed as an act, but for you, Nico? Disappointed is not strong enough a word. I could respect your religious prospects, Nico. I could respect you. But what happened to you? What happened to the Nico Borg I started in this with? What happened to the Nico Borg I gave his last match and made me spill my blood for the OWA World Championship? When did you become the shoe shiner? When did you trade it all in to be a recruiter instead of a leader? You sung my praises, but I can’t sing yours. You can’t recruit me, I won’t repent. I don’t tilt to windmills. Hitch your trailer to a young star, just don’t fall for your own hype.

Since I’ve mastered the art of the segway, Harman Ardelean — the Gypsy “Kang”. Not going to pretend I know your story but just looking at you, watching The Clash you’re more con artist than a respectable wrestler. You’re capable of tricking, stealing and escaping and in this world? Those are dangerous tools. But you can only steal a moment, can’t you? Like how you stole the Television Championship. You got the accolade, but the credibility is less than to be desired. But I’m not going to fall for the cheeky devil and his grin. I can’t be tricked easily. The con artist versus the wrestling artist? You could leave with a win. I could leave with a limb. And I’ve had many a man attempt to pull the proverbial fast one over me, you won’t be the first or the last. And I’m not honourable enough to steal from a dishonourable man.

“Change for the world, because the world will not change for you.” As a child I was told this. It’s good advice for men who want to be subservient to their unseen puppeteers. I am not. And I am not satisfied until I force an undeniable change in the world. One where I live the reality I will break myself and others to achieve.“

Re: OWA Promos February 12th 2020, 3:29 pm by **Father Nathan Fiora**

Returning to OWA was quite the privilege...for them. They should be ecstatic that a huge Hollywood actor such as myself would give such a lowly company the opportunity to treat me like a king. When the ladies see me on these rough streets, they ask me for their autographs and tell me how much they’ve loved my performances in big films. For those living under a rock, I’m going to star as Naruto in the live Netflix adaptation of the anime, only boosting my stardom to levels even these weebs can’t comprehend. The rest of the world adores me and my craft, yet I come back to OWA and get disrespected right off the bat. I was going to win that Clash match but then that unchained animal Stark came at me, screwing me out of a future world title match. I immediately complained to management, citing outside interference as to why I should be in the world title scene...yet, I’m now facing some dude called Baby Yaga? Who is this clown and why should I care about what he has to say? He isn’t even signed to a contract here, so in my eyes he’s irrelevant and just using OWA’s clout to make himself even more famous. Some people in my circle have questioned my judgement on Yaga, saying that he did quite well in the Clash of the Titans match. Yeah, he lasted nearly towards the end of the Clash, woopie! Let me get you your participation badge for trying, just like all the other 28 losers that were in this match. You weren’t screwed over like me, so you wasted your shot in the match and didn’t come out on top, so people need to stop with this fake hype they’ve got around you. At the end of the day, you’re just trash just like the rest of these no name nobodies. I should’ve requested Stark if they were gonna give me brain dead hype trash to face on my first 1-on-1 match in MONTHS.

My disrespect is warranted considering what this fool decided to say about my brand and me personally! I’m not some sort of comedic fodder like you say I am; I’ve captivated millions of people throughout my career and have won many titles all over the world. Maybe you think I’m a joke but I’ve had amazing matches in OWA already, so it’s not accurate to call me some sort of circus attraction. If anyone should be called a goof, maybe it’s you who’s talking to some cat. Hello, OWA, do we do mental background checks here because I feel like my life is in danger due to psycho. I personally didn’t even want to know what you said in your native language because it might be some sort of message on how you’ll hurt me with your mad foreign techniques! Either way, you need to learn how to talk to a STAR! I dunno where you’re from or where you came from in the first place, but they obviously didn’t teach you any manners there! They also haven’t shown you any good movies like my Classic: Simp, Actually, where I stop men from throwing their lives away with women that use them. I would never reduce myself to a background role and this company will not define where I stand; I will. I came back on my own terms and showed the world how damn talented I am. You and Stark can laugh all you want about my public embarrassment, but these wrongs will be made right...believe me. First, I’m going to son you and teach you how to say “I respect and believe that Nathan Fiora is the greatest performer of all time”. I don’t brag; I just tell the facts and what is the reality of this world; I’m important and they aren’t, and “they” includes you too Yaga. You aren’t even employed by us and you’re acting like you’ve watched this product at all? Like I said, you’re just some deadbeat, insane indie wrestler who wants to make a huge impression at the cost of my good name. Disgusting.

You’re stuck with me? I’M STUCK WITH YOU! And excuse me, but have you won any titles here yet or done anything of actual significance? How do I even know you’ll be around in 2 weeks? I don’t because you’re a nobody who everyone will forget quickly. Nathan Fiora is a name that will never wane in this industry due to my accomplishments and the crazy things I can do in the ring. I’ll do you a favor and send you my resume so you can actually stop spewing literal feces from your mouth. I’m not here to face you, I’m here to continue my legacy and cement my name in the history books even more than they already are. In a match between you and I, the odds look heavily in my favor. Just in case that goon Stark decides to come my way, I will hit him with brute force with my guitar this time. You spew this philosophical garbage but the reality of the situation is that you’re empty with respect and emotion for this company. I exemplify everything you hate yet I’m one of the biggest names in this company. That can’t be a coincidence right? Ah, whatever. I’ll stop talking and let my pure wrestling ability do the talking when we face off on Friday night. Prepare for your reckoning because that’s your reality, you nutjob.

Re: OWA Promos February 11th 2020, 11:08 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

Going deep within the nearly abandoned Dollhouse Dreamhouse, the camera passes by various bear traps, mounted animal heads, and fur rugs. Sparks can be seen first and eventually a masked Jonetta Stone as a whole, as she is welding in a room. As if the camera man was making a sprint towards her, the view increasingly heads into her direction in a swift motion, until the view rises as if it has sprung a net trap. Jonetta calmly stops welding, and approaches the camera, staring up as it films her down below. It becomes clear she was working on a large hook and she takes off her welding mask to speak, she has nothing but a stone face expression to give to OWA. The view sways as the net does, and one can only look down to her, seeing her through the net hole openings like a caught animal would.

This…this is not Dollhouse’s Jonetta Stone.

When there was the Dollhouse, people didn’t need to argue about sundresses, Gucci handbags, and ballerina nails, The Dollhouse was universally known as what was in season.

The Omega Wrestling Alliance is not worthy of pleasant days and graceful passages of time towards the night. It is a brutish landscape that rejects all beauty and vilifies purity. My best friends, Sweet Roxy and DiVa, they brightened every room they ever stepped into and strived to reshape OWA into our immaculate image. But OWA didn’t want it. OWA spat on us. OWA resisted us with all it’s might. OWA took for granted that they had HiVE and J-Dynasty as one. OWA demanded to remain desolate and acted like we were the toxic ones. Why would any beauties stay where they aren’t valued? DiVa went to focus working on the soundtracks of blockbuster movies and Roxy’s mother pulled her out from this cesspool that couldn’t make use of her daughter. I stayed. Not to be the last bastion of our cause or to be the one flower in this desert, but because I was the only one of us who could truly get down in the dirt and be uglier than this roster is. Much like a coin, I have two sides, and much like most people I show the face that fits my surroundings. I am like the falling snow of the north, a beauty that covers the land white and pristine, but at the same time wiping out flowers and causing desolation. My winter once tried to signal festive joy, a call back to simpler times of nostalgia and snow angels, but now what will suffice is for me to have a cold chill run down the spines of the beasts that inhabit these lands.

Jonetta uses her hook to grab the net and keep it in place to stop the swaying, showing signs of the same old Jonetta Stone, as she is tall enough to grab at the net with her hands but wishes to refrain from coming close to “touching” OWA as much as possible while controlling it’s destiny.

The cowards that run this organization continue their old ways of sending me not their most prolific national treasures, but rather pests they’re content with not coming back. Another new signing, another prattling fool that knows neither who she’s up against nor seemingly the importance of what’s at stake with an Ascension to the Heaven’s qualifying match. The mangy mutt hasn’t even been hit yet, but she howls out in pain like anyone will feel sympathy for her.

Save me the sob story, McDonnell. You weren’t given a contract for so long because of your looks? Whining about cheerleader expectations? Have you looked at the Odyssey roster? It doesn’t mean much to me, but I’m cognizant enough to notice that this roster is filled with marginalized women of colour, women of large body types that need “positivity”, and not long ago a woman like Roni who was low hanging fruit for internet trolls who love to degrade women of her features. OWA signed these women and OWA embraced these women, but we’re supposed to believe OWA had it out for you because of your untypical look? You aren’t pretty enough? You’re of light European skin, you’re tall but not too tall, your fit, and your face is symmetrical…at least before you get into the ring with me, but woe is you when it comes to appearances.

Jonetta sighs.

The only three women on this roster who have more stereotypically beautiful appearances are myself, Christie Sky, and Dulce, your at least fourth in line, so just be quiet. Besides, you were trying to call me some sort of “snout-nosed” pig type, I know it’s false, but if that was true I’d be more held back by my pig looks than you are? This is why law enforcement tells people that they have the right to remain silent without a lawyer present, because when certain individuals start talking all they do is expose themselves due to their small minds and their impulse to tell stories that don’t hold up under scrutiny. I’d bet the reason it took so long for OWA to sign you is because they knew you just couldn’t cut it, until OWA needed to replace all the women that left after the Clash and had no choice but to sign the stray dog that was barking and pissing near OWA headquarters, like homeless beggar in need of a job. You even ask mundane questions, somethings are just what they sound like, The Wrestling Grotto is a grotto where people train to wrestle. Lots of rock, wrestling rings, and water in a big cave. Such is the power of the dollar, but I surmise what money can buy does seem magical for a poor underground fighter. Some people with too much money like making wine caves, some enjoy crystal cave grottoes for tourism, and others like wrestling. Does the banshee have any other things to shriek on about? Calling yourself that is the only thing you did right, making incoherent loud noises is all that you’re good for, but unfortunately for you quiet is the only type of peace I like in this land of war. You can have my non existing “spirit”, I’ll trade it to you for your jaw wired shut.

Afterwards, as thanks for doing the whole world that favour, I’ll be placed in the Ascension to the Heaven’s Ladder match, right there at Final Destination. Yes, I’ll play along with OWA’s game and climb their rungs to the top. The Dollhouse member who debuted in OWA with an OWA belt given to her by signing a contract, will now be a regular member of the OWA roster who qualifies for matches. People use to give me a hard time, they were upset I didn’t work for my gold and they didn’t count me as a fulltime Odyssey wrestler, since I spent so much time touring with the other brands to defend something they felt I didn’t win. To them, I was like a vacationing heiress who didn’t play by the rules of the town. I didn’t have to hunt. Now they’ll see that was a blessing.

For this is OWA’s Jonetta Stone. The season changes, everything about it does, the time, the atmosphere, and even the sense of the word.

Don’t worry about whether it’s rabbit or duck, or even speeding gazelle, OWA is in season.

Jonetta does a strong pull with the hook, ripping a massive opening in the net and having the camera fall as the screen view breaks into pieces and then black.

Re: OWA Promos February 11th 2020, 9:51 pm by Guest

¤Moments after being eliminate from the Clash of the Titans match... Baba Yaga enters the OWA press room, where several people are taking photos, recording, preparing for a questionnaire. Baba Yaga falls sideways to the floor, with John Doe in had. The press then bombard him questions.¤

"Baba Yaga! What's next? Where's John Doe?" Why have you signed contracts to both SSW and OWA? What is your "purpose"?

¤Baba Yaga blatantly ignores the press, turning to John Doe.¤

I... I took what was so close to accomplishing for granted. It was near moments away, I made it all the way to the final four, but I was unable to capture the victory. I was not pinned, I was not submitted, but I was thrown over the top rope! I know most young lions couldn't fathom the idea of making it that far in their debut! But I'm no young lion! I'm not some amateur somebody! I'm the nobody who will personally deliver the destruction of every pillar in this company and the other.

"But Baba Yaga! That doesn't answer any of our questions!"

¤Baba Yaga turns toward them, with a very displeased facial reaction.¤

Anata wa totemo orokana hitodesu. Watashi wa tonde Nihon ni kaeru no ga machidōshī.

¤The press stares at a chuckling Baba Yaga, who then stands up, and takes his leave.¤

¤A FEW DAYS LATER... Baba Yaga is seen watching Nasir Moore and Masanori Kawada take on Aria Jaxon and Darkane at Strong Style Wrestling's Pay-Per-View: Blood Moon.¤

He's back... is that why you've grown silent?

¤He looks down to John Doe the cat.¤

Regardless, this only further provides the evidence for the purpose. I never strayed away from my designated pathway. Getting tossed over the top rope was not some setback in my career. And I've dealt with setbacks plenty of times. I'm building my career on a foundation of fear. It's the fear of risk, because nobody is really ready to risk anything. I've seen people "risk" everything.. And for what? A match? A job? They don't know the feeling of what it's like to walk on thin ice. They can use their fear mongering tactics and their willful duty to serve everyone around them. But we consider those type of folk the "flock", but what makes a shepherd any better? No, in fact! What makes a lion preying on a sheep so much better? You see the average human being willing to risk nothing to take a photo of a lion from the safety of a fence. But it takes bravery to step inside the lion's den. I care not for those willing to lead the sheep, but rather the predator who's willing to feast upon another predator for pride. Because that's all we have, right? Pride? How can you not be proud of what you accomplish? And now I'm tasked to dealing with a very proud man. This man is no predator, but was hunted like the weak spirited prey he portrayed. How can you walk such a jagged line, Fiora? What kind of person are you? I will no doubt admit I know very little about you. That could be taken the right or wrong way. I only saw a slight example of what kind of person you choose to portray. You're a comedy act that's destined to rile up the crowd. You're the background character in a blockbuster movie. You're the type of person to feel excitement to see your name thirty minutes into the credits rolling. Is that really the example you've given to the uninformed? If I hadn't known any better, you were just there to play the rag doll to Starkman. He not only cost you your "chance", granted if there was ever any, to headline Final Destination 2, but depicted you as the joke of Omega Wrestling Alliance. You strutted out to the ring with your silly guitar, while you boasted about Hollywood. And what good did that do for you? I was fresh out of the oven, like a bat out of hell. I won't brag about making it further, but it surely makes a statement. I'm just the nobody who doesn't attempt to be anybody. You're more like that nobody cares about. At least, I've already imprinted my presence within this company. You were apparently "returning", but had anybody noticed you were gone to begin with? I'm almost certain you should've stayed out west. At least people will cave after you beg them to take your autograph. I can't say much, but aside Starkman's agenda, there's really no love lost between you staying and going.

¤Baba Yaga slides off his seat and stretches out on the floor, stretching his arms and legs, while yawning loudly.¤

It's almost all to predictable, because someone like you would expect the same out of me. I'm fairly new to all this and many people don't expect the likes of a newcomer to keep going. But what is expected of you? It almost bores me to death that out of all the potential challenges I could've tested not only my wit, but by strength against... I'm stuck with you. It's like being stuck with that ugly animal that won't stop following you around, because they got a sniff of your scent. But I guess this is good for you, right? You waltz right into that ring! You can give your very best effort! You can try, and try, and try to outdo the likes of me. Although, what happens if you don't? This is your first singles match back and this is my first singles match in what people refer to as "the big leagues". You could say I have a lot of eyes watching me, but at the same time, what do I have to lose? I try my best to be humble in situations like this. But I am feeling very overconfident in my ability to overcome the "odds", if that's the case. And I honestly don't care how it happens. I know you have the uneasy feeling of that dastardly Starkman blindsiding you again! I've been taught to take advantage of fear like that. I've been shown how to manipulate my opposition's emotions. I have a very in depth purpose to serve, but what purpose do you serve? What importance do you provide to any of us? And as I said, I don't know you, I don't want to know you. You're a joke. I don't involve myself with a failed comedy act. The fact that I have to share the rings with the likes of you, already makes my skin crawl. You can call me all you want! Maybe I am a little insane! Maybe I am a little crazy! Maybe I am the nutjob taken off the streets! But do you know the difference between people like you and me? An average person can predict your next move. The average person can only ponder on what I have in store. How can you live with yourself? It's like I've said; I don't expect much from you. I don't expect you to impress me. If anything, you'll entertain me more than you've entertained Hollywood.

¤Baba Yaga lets out a very obnoxious laugh, before putting on a very serious, but not really serious face.¤

And I really, really, really... REALLY, REALLY, REALLY! REALLY am kind of exhausted talking about you. I think I'm going to take a nap.

¤Baba Yaga shuts his eyes, let out a lot of fake snores, while the camera zooms in on John Doe the Cat staring at him in his sleep.¤

Re: OWA Promos February 11th 2020, 3:17 pm by **Selene**

MOON GODDESS TALES EPISODE 1|ODYSSEY 08FEB2020|VERSUS MIHO LI

Our Tale begins with a bit of a Flashback, to the not so distant past.

A past where Miho Li’s opponent did not exist.

A past where the shell of the Goddess Selene was still with us.

The Happy-Go-Lucky Rosa Nunez.

“Funnily enough, back then I was very much like YOU Miho Li. A gutsy stereotypical heroric type simply because it was what was expected of me. Someone who believed in idiotic concepts such as “honor” and “justice” because that’s the way we are conditioned to think as children. But then what happens? We grow up and learn the true Ugly Reality of this world. We find out that all of those childish dreams we thought were real...well false. And this concept of having natural talent simply from having the blood of former wrestlers in you? HAH! I’ve never heard of something so foolish and downright stupid in my existence. I refuse to say life because I am a being beyond life and death. Now let me explain to you how this world truly works, as clearly that old deadbeat trying to stay relevant through you won’t. Yes that’s right, I speak of you Hellfighter. I’m not shocked you keep this information away from young impressionable Miho. For all you know, once she’s properly smartened up...she’ll dump your loser ass wherever you met her and move on to bigger and better things. And there’s no way in hell you can have that right? Miho Li is destined to become the next big breakout star in Women’s Wrestling. The hero of the future that we SO DESPERATELY DESIRE!...only if you’re the one coaching her there. Doesn’t that seem, oh I don’t know...unbecoming of someone trying to do what would be considered the “right thing”. The RIGHT THING for anyone to do is grab your old ass and toss you out of this and any other company you’re a part of. I mean HONESTLY...what are you offering or bringing to OWA, most specifically Odyssey that ANYONE cares remotely about? What exactly requires your presence? What calls for you to be here! Well I for one refuse to tolerate any and all peons and useless wastes of space breathing MY air on MY time! “

So now I must ask. Miho Li. Why do you believe in the things that you do?

Why do you want to be here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance?

Do you even have a confident answer?

Because I sure do…

“The Moon Goddess Selene is here to take what has always been rightfully HERS! Gods and Goddesses rule over the domain of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. At least Goddesses are supposed to. But I don’t see a single true Goddess atop the divine mountain of Odyssey. If you ask me in all honesty, I would tell you that there has NEVER BEEN ONE! But what do I know? I’m nothing more than the new shining light through the darkness of the night sky. The one to restore proper order to all of you outlaws who call yourselves Alphas of Odyssey. Saturday Nights belong to The Void now! Nyx, Artemis, and most especially Eris rescued me. Then they transformed me. Allowed me to progress further in evolution. To grow from a mere woman like the lot of you...into a divine Goddess. The Celestial Ruler of the night sky. One who casts judgement upon all of you mortals. One who demes every single one of you unfit to even take part in competing against her. However...I have no real issues with it all. I mean, if I did how would I get to destroy you all and cast divine judgement upon you? My favorite methods are through force either way! Just as I am going to take a piece of poor Miho Li with me after I maim her this Saturday on Odyssey, The Void will very quickly take a gigantic chunk of Odyssey with us sooner rather than later. And we will make sure BOTH the Women’s and Goddess’ championships are a Part. Of. That! I hate to get too far off topic. There’s just SO MANY things I have to get off my chest. Like explaining where Eris found me and how I became who stands before you.

Rosa Nunez loved the people. Loved to have fun. Loved Pro Wrestling.

All she wanted to do was make others happy.

“Good things come to those who are patient.”

“If I do the right thing, I’ll be rewarded...huh?”

“FALSE! THAT IS WHY I SPEAK OF AND TO MIHO LI THE WAY I DO! I KNOW I’M GOING TO DEFEAT HER WITHOUT BREAKING A SWEAT BECAUSE I KNOW EVERYTHING THAT SHE IS! WHY? BECAUSE IT’S EXACTLY WHO I WAS NOT TOO LONG AGO! Before I crumbled to pieces. Was torn apart by the harsh realities of this world. I was the Diva All Star Spirit Champion. I represented all of the fans. I believed in them and they believed in me. That carried me through many hardships. As well as countless matches. Some of the toughest battles I’d faced in my entire career. My hard work was rewarded with a chance at the World Championship. A chance to become something most people cannot even fathom, a Dual Champion. And to have every single person rooting for me along the way. I felt it was MY DUTY TO WIN! NOT EVEN FOR ME! BUT FOR ALL OF THEM...FOR ALL OF YOU!”

But then I failed. I was defeated.

Even more hurtful than that. The fans cheered even though I had been beaten.

I now had to wonder...did they lose faith in me because I was weak?

But then there she was. The Goddess herself, Eris. And she came with the proposal of a lifetime. Something that completely changed my outlook on this business and life itself.

“Quit living life like a Mortal. Stop believing what “they” want you to believe. “They” being all of you sheep! You have the potential to rise above and become something more. Become someone with a greater purpose. You must ascend to the realm of the Gods and Goddesses. It is time for Rosa Nunez to fade away from existence. She is nothing but a failure. A cute little quirky human. But the vessel she occupies can become something far more divine. And so began my evolution into The Moon Goddess, Selene.”

So now Miho Li and Hellfighter. Tell me.

Please enlighten me on what you plan to do to get past me on Odyssey victorious.

Inform me of what your dreams and aspirations are for Final Destination 2 and Season 3 are.

I want to know so SO bad...so that I can dissolve every single one of those misguided fantasies from you within the blink of an eye!

“The Slayton family means NOTHING TO ME! You being managed and coached by The Hellfighter means NOTHING TO ME! As I am right now I could DESTROY BOTH The Hellfighter and your precious daddy Chris Slayton together on their BEST days! That’s simply the scary power of a Goddess. Miho Li. It truly is unfortunate that it had to be you. You being the first stepping stone on The Moon Goddesses journey to the very top of Women’s Professional Wrestling. Because while you may fight honorably. Abide by the rules. Do the right thing. I am going to step all over you. I’m gonna scratch you up. You’re going to bleed some way, whether it’s inside or outside. It will NOT. BE. PRETTY.”

And who knows. This may not be the complete end for you.

Either you will fade into irrelevance forever…

Or you could possibly become the Next Goddess just as I did...

Although that is highly doubtful deary…

Re: OWA Promos February 11th 2020, 1:02 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go."

Life can be interesting with the way things work out. It'll throw roadblocks and detours your way, testing you to see how well you're able to overcome those obstacles when they get you down, but it's how you come back from them and rise from the trials and tribulations that can show just how strong you really are. It can bring out the absolute worse in some, and in others, they find out what kind of strength they really had all along. Now, I'm not one to believe in real life fairy-tales, I don't think destiny really exists - if they did then things would've gone a whole lot different for me at Clash of Titans, but what I do believe is that even when it seems like I'm down, I'm certainly not out. My exit from the Clash of Titan's match was merely an entrance to the opportunity in my palms now, officially being the number one contender for April Song's Goddess Championship is not as far away as you may believe it to be. But it is not as close as I would like to be either. Although, that's okay.. I'd much rather fight, scratch and claw to earn something as life changing as this than have it handed to me out of the blue just because.

The woman also clawing for this, the woman who shares my competitive drive and ambition to succeed is no stranger, in fact in both of my matches here, she has either been my sole opposition or one of my oppositions, La Llorona I'm talking about you of course. The first time we crossed paths did not end how you wished it to or anticipated it to, our first encounter resulted in me delivering on my promises whilst you choked on yours, finally a rookie, a new kid you couldn't put down for the three count stumbled onto the scene. How does that make you feel, really? I believe you when you say even in defeat you looked good and granted, my victory over you was not an easy one to obtain, the fact you pushed me to my limits and gave me a hell of a fight is something I can appreciate. I'm sure you're viewing this as an opportunity to right that "wrong" and I can almost guarantee that when you and I step foot into that squared circle again, it's not going to be as pretty as it was last time, I'm going to be even more of an animal than I was before. Now, there's so much more on the line, there's something amazing to fight for, something far more significant than just me trying to make a good first impression and over my dead body do you acclaim that number one contender's spot. Whilst I've never been a materialistic woman, in fact as long as I'm stable and have the things I need, I'm content, I can't sit here and act like I'm above a number one contender's spot, I cannot sit here and say that I don't need a title or even just the opportunity to capture one to push my career to a new height. Because I do.

I didn't find this business, this business found me. I already know you're going to despise what I say next, brush it off as another narrative we've heard a thousand times but the truth is that I was lost without wrestling. For the beginning of my life I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life or what I could do with my life but the day I stumbled across this sport, it all changed. Finally, I had a purpose, I had a reason to get up early and go for a run in the freezing Irish weather. This industry gave me the one thing I lacked in my teenage years, a voice. Now I stand here completely confident in my abilities and unafraid to say how I really feel. To even be standing in a company like OWA is a little surreal to me because I was never supposed to make it. I was supposed to crash and burn, that's what everyone back home wanted to see, no one thought I was fit enough to survive in this crazy world and no one thought I had "it", whatever "it" is. But to cut the sob story short, this is my life, my heart and my soul, wrestling is what I live and breathe, all I want to do is make it. I don't believe I'm being selfish when I prioritise myself and my aspirations over the ones of others, whilst I'm glad I'm not the only one with dreams, if I want mine to become a reality instead of just an overused word, I've got to forget about everyone else. It's me, myself and I. Me, myself and I. You can't change everyone's opinions, and at the end of the day a opinion is a opinion and if you let it shape your ideas and mind then it will cost you. Some may say that I haven't done anything to warrant a chance like this, after all this is only my third match here and I'm only the owner of one victory whereas others spend their entire careers busting their ass off to be considered for what I walk into on Odyssey. But I do not follow that belief, I believe in my head that I deserve this. And even if I didn't, even if I were to believe what the doubters say, I would still treat this like the match of a lifetime. There will be no change in my attitude or belief heading in because the fact is is that you will only let it come to fruition if you continue to let it shape your mind. Sure I've only been here 5 minutes but I treat myself like I've been here for months, again I will say that I'm grateful and blessed to be given this shot, and again I will amount that to my work ethic. Having been around this business for as long as I have it's safe to say that I know a good fight that's going to stretch my limits when I see one. Needless to say, because it's actions that have always spoken louder, I'm so looking forward to stepping into the ring against you once more Llorona, I'm looking forward to history repeating itself when I pin you 1-2-3 for the second time. Your desire is there, your want to achieve is all there, I don't think we're as different as you think. There's an air of anticipation to this match for me and the slight setback that recently occurred has only strengthened the fire and desire in me, I truly believe I have never been better right now. This comes down to your desire against mine. I'm not going to just work harder than I have done previously because if hard work was the sole determination for success then I would be in a different position right now what I have to do to be the next in line for the title on April Song's shoulders is work harder, think deeper, putting in my due diligence to learn about myself as much as my surroundings and being able to place importance behind all of it, this process comes with time of course, all we have is time, but it's precious, which is why we don't waste it.

Your upside is limitless, even I can see that. So I invite you, no...I implore you to bring your best and show me your worst, Llorona once again. This is it. This is what you've wished for from the start, and in your mind what you're deserving of, right? Now you’ve got it. Cherish it. Cherish every moment of it, because this is you at your highest at this time. You may very well go on to be a Champion with this said and done. You may become a legend in this industry. You may go on to do great things, and yet this will be the moment you were truly threatened and facing something you can’t understand, let alone fight. Your time will come but your time isn't now. Who you are though by name, just like the rest, means nothing to me. Perhaps that may hurt to know, but it's the truth. Your words, they mean nothing. But your actions, that's what sets you apart just like with anyone and anything, so to waste your time trying to overplay your importance will get you nowhere because in that sense you're nothing to me, you're more experienced, more accomplished here but still, you're nothing. To that end you're no more than busy work, and attempting to argue otherwise to someone who's brought those with obnoxious egos and an inflated sense of self worth down to their knees countless times because I dictated it so will be all that comes of it. But that's alright, go ahead and struggle. You're a means to an end. But make no mistake, I don't intend to do anything more than I have done already in this company, and there will be nothing that I allow you to do to change that. Besides, I want to savour this. No games. No gimmicks. No guile. No excuses.

That's a promise.

Oh and hi April, my name is Alyssa Grace and I'm going to be the woman who takes your title, nice to meet you.

Re: OWA Promos February 11th 2020, 7:00 am by **The Udy**

(Dr. Ryland is at a fine dining restaurant having some caviar with some wine. He pats his lips with the napkin, takes a sip of wine)

Michael Bishop I have started to understand that you are a dangerous man. That you are the type who doesn’t care about the lengths he has to go, the pain he has to endure to get to his destination. You never give up! I get it man! I do.

(Dr. Ryland then smiles suddenly)

Oh come on chap!

(Chuckles a bit)

Did you expect me to be afraid or awed by that? Michael do a little research and you will find that I am the very definition of never giving up. I have been battered and bruised to the point where I was bathing in crimson. I tasted my own blood as my teeth were knocked out. I have been spiked on my head and still went on even with a broken neck. Couple of years back I fought for one full hour with broken fingers, broken nose and half my ear dangling. So you say you are the ultimate fighter? You want to stomp my head in? Do it man! And some more! I salivate at the thought of it!

It will be a match made in hell!

(Dr. Ryland smiles to himself)

Guess what then Michael! Guess what that means? That means our match will be even more epic. Hit me with those suplexes, hit me with that elbow man. Let me bleed and hit me with that jackhammer or that bicycle kick. It still won’t be enough man. It wont be enough. You will see and witness the true ultimate ALPHA! ME!

(He laughs manically before stopping)

It will be a battle between two guys who have dabbled in MMA before bringing it here. It will be battle between the Ultimate Fighter and the Ultimate Truth! The Dreadknight vs The Real Alpha! It will be a battle galore filled with strikes that will rattle bones and teeth. Full of joint manipulating holds and breaking point drive towards a hell show man. I look forward to it. Hope you bring you’re A-game as you promised as anything less will be a let down.

(Dr. Ryland calls for the waiter and his bill)

You see Michael Bishop, you asked for the beast! Trust me he is always there. Just hiding under the camouflage of lies, he waits. Just open the doors and he will be there. But this Kingdom it will be me. The Doctor of Chaotic Truth will wait for you.

(Dr. Ryland hands over the cheque and gives the waiter a huge tip and he leaves with a huge smile. Udy smiles at him and then gets serious when he moves away)

As for you diagnosis and you being well. Trust me Michael, you are not. You accepted you are possessed and you are obsessed with proving others wrong. That’s bad. You should prove you are right..Not others wrong!

(The Doctor of Chaotic Truth stands up and adjusts his watch and then takes his jacket)

But that’s a story for another day my friend. May be post match, we will talk as I take you to a trip down the maze of your psyche so that you come out a changed and cured man. See you soon Michael!

(Dr. Ryland smiles creepily and starts walking out of the restaurant as the camera fades out)

Re: OWA Promos February 10th 2020, 4:53 pm by **Michael Bishop**

You know when I mentioned our place of work had a sense of theatricality, it’s a double edged blade, depending on how you look at it. I get it though, people have to sell the fights, people have to sell themselves, stake their flag in the sand of why they’re even remotely interesting, and that involves spinning the old folk tales of making themselves bigger then they really are.

Sadly people tend to drink their own koolaid a bit too much, they start calling themselves things like Gods, Saviors, and Destroyers…. Those who know me, know I’ve never bought into the hype, of anyone, or anything. Maybe it’s 15 years in the cage, or maybe after you’ve broken thirteen orbital bones, you tend to realize those who have to paint a Vatican church-esc image of themselves in order to sell a Paper View, are the ones who have the weakest spines, weakest wills, and know if the man in the red corner doesn’t buy it and be afraid, they’re dead meat when the bell rings.

We’re people locked in a cage, figurative, or literal, depending on the stipulation, forced to fight, minute after minute, punch after punch, muscles overheating, bones breaking, just to get our hand raised so we can get a paycheck, and one day be able to feed our kids. Funny you call yourself, ‘The Destroyer’, Udy. Way back in 2004 when I debuted on the Amatuer scene, the fans deemed me as such….

Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, Michael Bishop, “The Destroyer”,
Only difference is, I didn’t deem myself that name, while sitting in a two piece as the third mentally ill voice in my head tries to masquerade as a psychologist…. They deemed me that, the world, that crowd full of those bloodthirsty mothefuckers who throw beer, spit, and dollars at the cage, wanting nothing more than carnage and ultraviolence as they watched me go from a survival driven 17 year old, to a top of the world, destroyer of worlds, heavyweight champion of the octagon.

I don’t have a condition, Udy, I’m not ill, I’m not mad, I’m driven, I’m motivated, I’m fucking obsessed. I’m possessed by the straight hunger to fight, every single day I spent on the bench outside of the fight business, I felt abandoned, homeless because my sole purpose on this earth, what I was put here for, was to fight, was to mutilate, was to kill. To Bust open heads, and tear down the little facades people try to hype themselves up to be at staredowns and on pressers.

My coach, John, has an old, tired, but still meaningful phrase he likes to use; “To be the best, you have to beat the best” and Vice Versa. Now every early twenty year old in a speedo loves to say that before he does a frog splash, but to me, it means something, when I say it, it actually fucking means something. Greatness isn’t achieved by being handed a silver strap, and deeming yourself the greatest insertwhateverthefuck alive, and it isn’t done without failing along the way…

You said my soul and body had deteriorated the last 20 months Udy, that I allowed myself to channel some sort of darkness in my time away…. You couldn’t be more wrong. You see, the difference between me and everyone else here, is that when I fall down, fail at a title shot, get set back over a year and a half….. They quit. They give up, announce their retirement, get hopeless and never get back up because they allowed their little image they made, that holier than thou, bigger than thou facade to crush and pin them there. You beat me down, bust me open, break my fucking leg, leave me to death, and abandon me, beat me with a lead pipe in a back Chicago alley way, it never fucking works.

I get back up, I keep coming back, I’m the physical fucking embodiment of never quitting. I’m the enigma, the wild card, the son of a bitch who will take seven strikes to the face, and go right on the offensive instead of running. I’m the guy who’ll you’ll sink in an armbar, and I’ll start stomping your fucking head in…. In a chess game of Kings and Queens, I’m the Bishop. I’m the motherfucker who’s always overlooked, spat on, left behind for my past failures, and yet at the end of the day, everyone knows when I square up and fight, I’m the guy who will drop them, gut them, leave them in a puddle of their own blood, sweat, and fear.

I never stop coming, I never stop fighting, and now that I’m back, I will not stop, until I take fucking everything I've missed out on. I am the returned, I am The Revenant, finally, I am Michael Fucking Bishop, once again. You better bring the beast, Udy, You better bring the whole damn world, because even with the fucking roster behind you, you don’t stand a god damn chance against me now. No one does, and no one will.

Re: OWA Promos February 10th 2020, 6:01 am by **The Udy**

(A chamber with a figure in suit sitting on an arm chair with a book on his lap and a glass on the side table. The background has a raging fire in the fire place)

20 months is a long time Michael. Didn’t that give you enough time to realize that a mortal body and soul disintegrates to nothingness with time?

(The figure leans forward revealing Dr. Ryland smiling sadistically)

The fight and determination to not quit and come back for some more is engaging though. It proves the underlying conditions. The tunnel vision while at times may help, it also self destructive when you go about it with unhinged callousness.

(Dr. Ryland feigns seriousness)

574 days of senility can make you go places in that maze of your mind. It can tap into things that are bad Michael!

(Dr. Ryland smiles creepily staring straight)

Trust me I know how it feels to go through that rabbit hole of achieving something that you always wanted to do, wanted to have. The feeling you have as you sense your soul floating through the void crawling and scratching at the door handle just out of your reach?

(Dr. Ryland twitches a bit before smiling again, snapping out of it)

Michael Bishop I understand how you feel but I want to help you. I can help you accept the unknown, the grand unknown that’s the future because I see clearly. The writings of you fate is clear as a blinding sun on the cold Arctic ice man. Can't you see whats happening to you? Can't you feel the disease clawing at your grey cells as they wither away? Michael you need help and I am the only one who can help you!

(Dr. Ryland smirks)

You say you want to make an example of the Eclectic Spirit but sadly Michael Bishop, he is on a much earned vacation. “IT” might be waiting in the shadows but this week man, you will face someone else. You will witness the return to ring of the ring master, the doc, the psychopathic psychologist. ME!

I can HELP YOU MICHAEL!

(Dr. Ryland stands up and removes his jacket and un bottons his sleeves)

Michael Bishop you talked a lot about coming back from dead, rising like a phoenix when everyone wrote you off. I know exactly what that is. You and I are so similar and different at the same time. I have myself been relegated to the sidelines for a long time man. I have seen others walk down the ramp, win titles and fight like beasts while I watched hiding in the dark alleys of your and everyones nightmare. I always was the one that lied dormant waiting to blast like Mount Vesuvius. Like the undead waiting for the dark of the night I waited. Like the murderous wrath waiting to be unleashed I waited. Waiting is all I have done for a long time but not anymore Michael.

However unlike you, I have been patient and I abide the perpetuity of time and constant of end. Isn't it ironic that while time is perpetual and unending, end and death are the only pure constant in human existence. Yet me! I have evolved beyond it. I have skipped the hurdle of life and death man.

I can help you MICHAEL!

(Dr. Ryland comes close to the camera and leans forward)

I am not going to be like anyone you have ever faced man. Because I am like the grand non-existence, the anti matter, the very very anti thesis of existentialism. I might just be what you call GOD is… Or I may be what you fear as the Devil. I am also the savior and the destroyer Michael Bishop. I am the creator of fleeting memories and destroyer of a lifetimes worth. You see Michael, this week at Kingdom, Dr. Ryland will write up your diagnosis and cure you of the malaise of pointless existence. This week, I will write your magnum opus and when all said and done, I will rise with my arms wide open and greet the angels to my hell!

I can help you MICHAEL!

I CAN!

(Dr. Ryland starts to laugh manically as he suddenly knocks over the camera while grinning creepily as the screen goes static)

Off screen:

Let me help Michael!

I can help you MICHAEL!

(We hear Dr. Ryland laugh creepily and breathing as Doctor Who : Sinister Puddle (Unreleased) begins in background)

Re: OWA Promos February 9th 2020, 11:37 pm by **Stark**

THE NEWEST TESTAMENT

BOOK TWO /// SERMON TWO: WHAT’S A QUEEN TO THE SON OF GOD?

*Standing on the shores of a pristine white beach in California are Nico Borg, Jesus Christ, and their disciples - Magall, Thomas Minns, and the newest, Vulcan.*

Nico: Behold the Son of God! The Savior of this World! Jesus Christ! Our numbers have increased - we now stand before you with FOUR disciples! We are a third of the way to our goal… so I suppose I’m not surprised that the quality of our opponents has drastically increased as a result. Battles to the death over ideology with the likes of Magall or Tomi Venus are one thing… Having to compete against names like Aria Jaxon and Finnegan Wakefield… As a former World Champion, I’d be a fool not to worry. Not that I doubt Christ’s power - but we aren’t wrestlers so much as we are… Warriors. Who can keep someone down for three… Who can manipulate someone’s limbs into submission… That is below us. When Christ fights - IT’S WAR! His battles are legendary, and above all, he never loses! Don’t believe me?! Ask Magall! Ask Vulcan! Ask Tomi Venus… Oh wait… YOU CAN’T!

*Nico Borg starts laughing maniacally and even Christ chuckles.*

Nico: But for the first time, this camp of Jesus Christ must ally with someone… Who is neither disciple… nor friend… He is a mere Gypsy. One of the Romani. Blasphemous, even, in nature, what with him calling himself the “Gypsy Kang” in front of our Lord, our Savior, Jesus Christ. But we shall forgive his misdeeds, even if only momentarily. Harman Ardelean, you must feel like you’re on top of the world. Defeating Tarah Nova, claiming a Championship in this company, neither are easy feats. But can we guarantee that your head will be in the right space for this match? Can we guarantee that you will not try to pull on a fast one on us at any time during the match? Can we guarantee, if only for one night, your undying allegiance and dedication to the man known as Jesus Christ? Can you, for just one night, put away the dirty stank of your people, and act as a Child of Christ so that we may move forward and claim victory against Aria Jaxon and Finnegan Wakefield? If you cannot… Not only will we lose. But we will make you pay. Christ is infallible. Christ can do no wrong. If we lose on Atlantis, it will be your fault, and the punishment you will face shall be nothing less than severe.

*Nico looks down for a moment before continuing.*

Nico: Our opponents are no jokes. Aria Jaxon has dominated every single company she’s ever walked into. Luckily for us, we know she’ll never make it to Heaven, so she could never even try to claim His house for her own. Not that she could. Here’s the thing Aria. I already know you are inferior to Christ. As a person. As an entity. As a SOUL. He is the Savior of Humankind! You are nothing more than a wretched witch! You destroy everything in your path! But your destructive powers are no match for His! For all good that Christ does, He can be just as wicked! And against heathens like you, He must smite you down without remorse! There are few in this world who need to repent more than you Aria! It will never be too late for you! You will have the chance of a lifetime! To repent for your sins, in front of the Son of God Himself! He can save you! He can show you the way! He can make you better, far better than you ever were! If you think you’ve achieved everything this world has to offer already, just think about how much more you will be able to achieve under His guidance! Do not be a fool Aria Jaxon! You have the easiest choice to make at Atlantis!

Christ: She is a powerful and worthy adversary. I look forward to meeting Aria Jaxon in the ring.

Nico: Indeed my Lord, she is amongst the best of us. And so is Finnegan Wakefield. Just as Jesus Christ returned to the Heavens for two thousand years, so did Finnegan Wakefield reign with the Omega Heavyweight Championship for two thousand days! A man who’s technical ability is only surpassed by his ring intelligence! Finnegan Wakefield, you’d make a fine soldier and an even finer advisor for our cause! Finnegan, you are a good man, this even I can tell. There is no point in you putting up futile resistance against our Lord and suffering for it. He can show you mercy, all you need to do is repent! Repent for thinking that you ever stood a chance against Him! Repent for daring to challenge our Lord! Bow to Him! Aria too! I have said my peace! The Lord will await you on Atlantis… So do the right thing! Amen!

*Nico, Christ, and the rest are engulfed in the sands as the feed cuts out.*

A video opens of Morrighan McDonnell in a training montage, which is set to her entrance music, "Who's That Girl" by Eve. Clips show Morrighan hitting punching bags, running the ropes, and practicing her elbow strikes. The montage plays for approximately forty-five seconds before cross-fading into a dark green dissolve. The camera focuses on Morrighan, sitting on the corner turnbuckle, microphone in hand. Morrighan slowly turns her focus directly to the screen, as she begins speaking in a slow and sinister manner...

"For many years, I've dominated the underground circuits. I've fought in every type of arena, from dirty bingo halls and dark alleyways to neon-lit streets and packed stadiums. From the toughest contenders to the softest pretenders, they've all perished at my hands. Yet, I was continuously denied the one thing that I felt was owed to me: a contract in the OWA. I was told... I didn't look "typical" compared to the other female superstars. I wasn't "pretty" enough. What a joke. You can have your cheerleaders, cause now I got the crowds cheering for me. No more denied opportunities. No more being told "no." No more..."

Morrighan pauses, looks down in thought for a few seconds, and then continues speaking as she slowly returns her gaze to the camera, her entire demeanor becoming much more animated...

"You know what, I didn't come here to reflect on my past. As far as that goes, it's all irrelevant. The only thing about me that you ladies need to know is this: I will break your bones. I will break your bodies. Hell, I... will... break... your... spirits! Which brings me to the spirited lass known as Jonetta Stone. How many pints o' the black stuff did you guzzle before going on your latest rant? You ask if we've heard of a pig wearing makeup? Well, duh, of course! After all, I've seen your latest glamour shots, Ms. Ivory Doll, you snout-nosed slut!!!"

Morrighan stands up, her scowling face continuing to glare at the screen, her voice growing louder. She quickens the pace of her words, gripping the microphone tightly...

"Listen up, you Canadian cow! You say you were a top student in your wrestling school, claiming to be some top graduate of the Wrestling Grotto or whatever the hell it is? Seriously, what the hell is the Wrestling Grotto? Is it like Hogwarts for wrestlers? For your sake, I certainly hope so, because you're gonna need a lot more than magic to go toe-to-toe with a street fightin' bitch like me! Your submission style may work in wrestling matches against other wrestlers, but I'm not looking to arm drag you down into a headlock or anything. I'm going to punch that pretty face of yours. Once I'm finished, you'll have a legit reason to wear that ugly mask of yours. It's a good thing you love hockey, because after Odyssey, you'll have the toothless mouth of a "goon." So go ahead and call those plastic pin-up blow-up friends of yours, if you want, because I'd really enjoy the extra challenge. But it appears that your Dollhouse has already fallen apart..."

Morrighan mockingly pretends to cry, slowly using a closed fist to "wipe" her eyes as she flashes the most insincere smile towards the screen. Finally, she throws the microphone out of the ring, heads towards the cameraman, and grabs the camera lens itself. Morrighan starts rattling the camera as she continues to yell...

"Jonetta Stone, Catwalker, Poacher, Ivory Doll, call yourself whatever dumbass name you want! Better yet, change your name to Rosetta Stone, because I'm gonna pummel your ass so bad that you'll be speaking in tongues! You claim to be a poacher, a hunter, whatever! Today, you become the hunted! Count your blessings that you're too damn ugly to be taken to a taxidermist! Besides, your ivory mask will serve as my trophy just fine! Continue calling yourself "Ivory Doll" now, but after the next Odyssey, the only type of ivory that you'll resemble will be an old piece of SCRIMSHAW! I don't believe in mercy! I won't show mercy! Come and mix it up with the Battlin' Banshee!"

The screen suddenly cuts to black, as a sinister but faint laugh can be heard in the background...

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2020, 2:14 pm by **Holden Tudics**

Olympus Promo 1: True Romance

(The camera opens inside of a near empty MAX transit city bus as the rural metropolitan landscape of Birmingham whizzes past in the windows. As the camera pans past rows of half and fully empty seats, it stops at the back seat where the Derelict lays taking up the entire bench row with his bindle under his head as he rests staring out the back window with the southern sun beating down on his road weary face.)

"Can I confess something to you, Kevin? It's something I don't admit to many around here because most don't deserve it. I admire you, Kevin. I never thought I'd say that, but I do. Let me make my intentions clear here though, because I don't want this to go to your head. I know you run off of the adulation of others, and indeed the opiate of the masses has been a powerful drug that's won you many a title here in OWA. It's even won you the very championship I'm defending against you on Friday. Before we get swept up in this well up of Valentine's day emotions, let me be clear that I don't admire you for working so hard for the fans. I don't respect you because we had chemistry on Atlantis. I don't even like you because you're one of the few who keeps bringing the fight back to me. Not many men can say that they've walked away from battles with me with their ego, spirit, or self-aggrandizing attitudes intact. You have, and that does make you special, but it's not why I respect you. During our tag match I saw an awareness in your eyes that I haven't had stare back at me in quite some time, at least not without a soul crushing fight first. You're not trying to kid yourself over how dangerous I am. You're fully aware of what I'm capable of, and you don't let some self-serving mindset tell you otherwise. Even with the people in your ear cheering you on, telling you that you can do it, and that you have what it takes to put a man like me down, you don't fully buy into the hype. I'm not saying you can't beat me. You're a powerful adversary that proved to be a very resourceful ally in our battle against GRIME. You're not some fluke victor who thinks he can become more by training harder or learning more moves. You have 'it', which is something former foes of mine lacked and failed to fully grasp in 'it's' true nature. That's not uncommon. People who don't have 'it' have a hard time explaining 'it' to others. They view 'it' as an intangible, but 'it' isn't. I can tell you what 'it' is, and I know you'll fully understand when I tell you that having 'it' is all that matters. 'It' is having that healthy fear in your gut. 'It' is instincts that others try to ignore. 'It' is knowing when you're stepping across the ring from someone else who has 'it', and knowing their 'it' is greater, and that this could be 'it' for you."

(Derelict sits up, shielding his eyes from the daylight as he does so. He props up in his seat and clasps his hands in front of him somberly.)

"You know that's me. I'm 'it' for you. I'm the level you wish to attain. I'm the wall you hit when it comes to your capacity for potential running out. I'm not only the man with your number, but the number of everyone else. I don't say this because I wish to deter you. Mind games are out the window when you're playing with a man who sees every piece in play and potential outcome on the board. The clarity I've tried beating into others has been afforded to you via the osmosis of seeing me spill GRIME's blood. I don't think I can get into your head because you understand that my presence there is malignant. You're on guard. You're ready despite knowing the futility of your effort. You know I'll make you better or break you trying. You know that being completely aware of your situation puts you at the advantage of bringing that cornered animal energy into our match instead of attaining it long after it can do you any favors. I'm at a disadvantage as a predator because you, the prey, see my shadow in the bushes and have studied the imposing figure that silhouette strikes...and yet, you still come at me full force. In the face of potential oblivion you charge forward like a true warrior. That alone makes me admire you, Kevin. It's self-destructive, but it's also the wisest course of action. Attack the strengths. It seems like a fool's errand to the uninitiated, but you know that it's your only hope. I know you'll go after my weaknesses so I'll be on guard, but what can a man do when you bring the fight to his ultimate weapon? The adage 'throwing rocks at a man with a machine gun' is mocked in this business, but in truth it's the best chance you have of taking someone out if all you have is rocks at your disposal. You know that I'll do the same, because it's what I've always done Kevin. I'll clip your legs like a cruel child playing with an insect if I find an opening. I'll tear your heart out and show it to the crowd that pumps blood through it if I sense a moment of weakness. You know I'm capable of that too, which is what ultimately gives you a leg up over the rest of your peers who've been crestfallen by me in their prime. You know you're mortal, you know your life is on the line, and you know that your legacy is in mine to abruptly end. In summary, you're a man who knows he has everything to lose and so much more to gain."

(Derelict leans back in his seat and turns his head to peer out of the back of the bus. The audible sound of metal clacking and scraping against pavement suddenly becomes apparent as Derelict smirks and points over his shoulder with his thumb. The camera follows his signaling and finds the sad sight of the Openweight Championship taped to the bumper and dragging behind the bus, throwing sparks with every prolonged drag and bump on the road.)

"That's what you want, right? You want that back. You want the power that it wields. You want to fetishize the vessel that holds it. To you it's just another piece of tin to add to the resume. To me it's a meaningless hunk of metal that gives me the license to do whatever I want without repercussions. If it were up to me, I'd give you the belt for just being such a special opponent. I'd keep the title, but you could have the remains. I have no need for the material possession, but that extra 15 lbs in my bindle comes with my ticket to creative freedom. Sadly that means this valentine isn't for you, and that your love for my championship will have to remain unrequited as I continue to treat it like the battered wife that it is. Just like every abusive husband, my power leaves me if she leaves me. While you're the strongest suitor we've seen come courting in some time, I don't think you're man enough to take her away from me."

(The tape gives, sending the belt flying behind the bus. After a moment of hesitation, Derelict sighs a beleaguered sigh and reaches up and yanks the pull-cord. The bus comes to a screeching stop.)

"If I could leave that belt laying in this country road and continue to be the man I want to be, I would. Sadly, this toxic relationship comes with it's excess baggage. But hey, at least OWA acknowledges our love now. I look forward to our fight, Kevin. I truly mean that. It's so rare that I do look forward to these matches anymore. Don't get me wrong, I still get my jollies beating the proverbial out of every clay pigeon OWA lines up for me, but I really relish when my prey puts up a struggle. I enjoy it all the more when it turns out I'm butting heads with another alpha predator. You have the potential to be just that, Maverick. It all depends on whether or not you keep following that instinct of desperation, put your pride aside, and refuse to buy into that insurmountable 'it'. I think you can do it, but by no means does that mean I want you to. It also doesn't mean I'm just going to hand over that skid mark of leather and metal on the road behind us. You have to take that away from me. So please, show me that you have at least the potential to do just that. Show up alert, afraid, aware, and with your fate fully realized. Win or lose, you're not walking out of this one the same man you were coming in. You know this. I know this. Now, show me what you do with this information. Until then, I'll see you Friday."

(Derelict begins to rise from his seat, but stops midway in his standing motion and leans into the camera. He gives it a wink and blows it a chapped and blistered kiss to the camera.)

"It's a date."

(Derelict rises and leaves the seat. Shortly after he disappears off camera, the white half sphere of the top of his head passes the window. The bus pulls the air breaks and continues it's trek down the road. The camera cuts back to see Derelict walking the opposite direction, dragging the Openweight title behind him as he disappears on the horizon.)

Re: OWA Promos February 6th 2020, 8:32 am by **Michael Bishop**

Destiny.

Everyone here loves to talk about it, has something to do with the theatricality of everyone here. Kings, queens, emperors, body painted demons- the fucking devil and Jesus Christ himself. People use it as an as a reason for wanting something, for being entitled to something, an excuse. Above all, everyone loves to say their destiny, or someone else’s, comes true…

Well if that was the case, I wouldn’t be here. If everyone's destiny is supposed to come true, I shouldn’t be here right now.

Let’s take a trip, a blast to the past, OWA 2018, back when this company’s budget was much slimmer and everyone was less entitled and more ambitious. Scott Oasis and I squared up to a group of ruthless men, who had been committing even more ruthless acts. A lot of you probably know them well, The Wolvesden. We were the only ones- I don’t know where everyone’s sense of herosim and boy scoutiness went when the wolves reared their fuckin’ heads- maybe everyone isn’t as much of a good guy as they’d make themselves out to be. Called it.

Regardless, history was as it is written; I squared up to the wolves, the wolves struck back. I paid the price for actually talking the good guy talk, and walking the good guy walk, and got my knee smashed seventeen different avenues into fucked-ville.

And that was my Destiny.
MMA Legend, box office draw of the octagon, three time heavyweight world champion, come to pro wrestling, get retired unceremoniously by the end of an eleven pound metal piece of furniture. Any reasonable man would have been content to not fight the militia of crazies, accept the newfound retirement and royalties and chill in Omega Wrestling Tomorrow training the next generation. But not me.

The difference between reasonable people and I, is I don’t do this for fame, for money, for much more pettier human things. I do this because I love it. I’ve willingly walked into an eight sided cage since I was sixteen years old, taped fists, a chip on my shoulder, pounding faces in, and getting hit in the process. Any reasonable man would have stopped at the concept of gambling immeasurable wealth and glory with getting CTE and punch drunk by 30 years of age.

But not me.
I do this because it's part of me. I love it. I need it.
I do this not because I’m a greedy, entitled little flippy kid from Japan wanting to get their name on a poster and an action figure so they can feel like they’ve earned their daddy’s love. I do this because I’m a god damn fighter. A savage. A vicious animal born since I was a fucking tween to put in a mouth guard and smash in my opponent’s orbital bone until my hand was raised, and I could afford to help support my mom and our small two room apartment. This was living, this was life, this was survival.

Fighting isn’t just a sport or a hobby, it’s a whole other god damn world. So when you run me through the gauntlet for well into 15 years and then suddenly- Flatline it all with twenty eight swings of a Steel Chair…… It’s a culture shock to say the least. Any reasonable man would have gone quietly into the night. But not me.

Do you know what it’s like, udy? Being kept from what you love for 20 consecutive fucking months, forced to watch opportunity after opportunity, bout after bout that should have been yours, slip through your grasp. Every minute feels like an hour, every hour- a day. Every day feels like a god damn lifetime. And it has been a long fuckin’ time since I taped up my fists and grabbed a microphone.

Do you know how long that was, Udy? Five hundred and seventy four days. I counted. You might not be able to tell with your fucked sense of concentration or the seventeen god damn personalities in your head, but I have waited a long time, and this little singles match, it’s been a long time coming. Stuck in a pit with me, my rage, and my demonic doubts, waiting until the day I hear the bell ring three times again. And when it does, absolute euphoria.

You love to use this sense of yours, this sense of destiny, You all do it, it’s your destiny to carry on, it’s your destiny to beat me. Well if we’re talking about destiny’s here, mine was supposed to involve me, rotting on a recliner in Chicago, spending my off weeks at the Performance Center training the little sprites hot to not telescope their fuckin’ spines. All of them asking, when I was gonna come home, and me never being able to tell them when. But that really didn’t sit well, it wasn’t what they wanted, what anyone wanted, what I wanted. And for Five Hundred and Seventy Four days- Eight Hundred and Thirty Three Thousand god damn minutes….

I trained, I focused, I prepared, I fought- every single anxious, riled up and negative thought in my head tried to get me to just accept destiny.
“This is it Mike”,
“This is how it’s meant to be”,
“This is how it ends-”
No, fuck that. That wasn’t how the story was gonna end, that wasn’t how I was going down.

I invested in the future I wanted, I fought, I won- this little singles match, this fight, right here? This is the fruits of my labor. It’s bigger than a match, it’s bigger than some pin, a tap, an uno, dos, tres’. It’s the culmination of me telling Destiny to go fuck itself for nearly two years, and fighting my way back to the land I once called home. It’s me wrapping my best around around the neck of the beast that dared to try and control my life, and self imposing my choice, the fate I wanted all along onto it.

This isn’t your victory, this isn’t your chance to get a win over an OWA VeTerAn. This is my chance, this is my reward, this is my opportunity, after so many lost, to get back what’s mine, and retake the life I lost so long ago. This isn’t the destiny that was picked for me, it’s the one I made, carved out, constructed, took by force.

I’ve got a lot of work to do before I can get the glory, gold, and gore I’ve waited so long for, but above all, it starts with this match, it starts with you. Bring all the little leprechauns inside of your leaking skull udy, bring all the little sons of fucks to Kingdom. Bring the wolf, bring the spirit, bring the doctor, bring the seventeen party city masks- On Sunday Udy, I’m taking you for a ride into my world, so I want you to bring every single god damn inner demon you have, and I want you to fight as hard as you can, as I return to the omega’s oldest brand, and make an example out of the one they call the eclectic spirit.

Be the best you have to offer me Udy, because I’ll be waiting for you.

See you soon, Buddeh.

Re: OWA Promos January 30th 2020, 12:01 am by **El Ironico**

The Corona-Virus
Bleak scenes in a busy hospital ward. Doctors and nurses clad head-to-toe in protective hazmat suits flit hurriedly in an out of rooms; attending to patients, taking blood samples, disinfecting all surfaces with grim diligence. Piercing through the wailing and gnashing of teeth a wall monitor interrupts the obligatory instructions to wash your hands and wear a protective mask at all time with highlights of the most recent Olympus show. Huddled masses cheering on their “Gypsy Kang”. Harman Ardelean standing triumphant over the vanquished Jacob Sol. Then again, assaulting Tarah Nova and walking away，OWA Television Title in hand. The Gypsy Kang’s ecstasy rips like fireworks through the hospital corridor as the camera turns into a room. Is that...? IT IS! IT’S HARMAN! But something is very wrong... It is difficult to recognize him at first. A far cry his most recent vigorous appearances, Harman Ardelean is laid up, silent and near catatonic, in a hospital bed. Covering his face a surgical mask, though not the cheap disposable kind the doctors are wearing. It’s designer. Fashionable. Purple silk with golden thread. Something you might see worn by the hottest new urban K-Pop star or a cool, rich, Chinese kid whose programmer dad made a fortune abusing the intellectual property rights of League of Legends and Fortnite. This overpriced protective wear is the most lively thing about Harman now. An IV drip in his left arm feeding some mystery medicine into his arm may be the only thing keeping him alive right now.

I’m sorry, Tarah darl.

This Lunar New Year the Kang was feeling particularly beneficent. Especially so, because “beneficent” is a big ass word for me. I really was looking forward to giving you the red packet night you deserve for all your years of hardwork. But, as you can see, something’s come up, my chick. Something terrible. I’m sick, Tarah. The timing couldn’t be worse but that’s the least of our problems. I’m not quite feeling myself right now. I mean... I am but not like... You know what? Forget it. We’re running out of time, Taz. I’m so used to just seeing this kind of thing on tv but, as shocking as it is, your mind just gets desensitized. You never really imagine that something like this could hit so close to home but...

Harman coughs like a chainsmoking asthmatic in the gas chamber Olympics.

Fuck. Here we are. I should be out there on the open road. Carefree. Living my best Gypsy life. But here I am locked down under quarantine. I can’t just leave, darl. I’m pinned down right where I am until this sickness passes but something tells me it won’t be anytime soon. The Kang’s saying it’s terminal, Tazgal. There’s something in my blood and it ain’t just a bad hangover. I got a temperature, Tarah. I’m delirious. It’s not the swine flu. It ain’t the bird kind. I only got a touch of the clap but besides I’m feeling footloose and frothing from the mouth. I got a fever but it ain’t yellow, darl. The only prescription for what I got is GOOOOOOLLLLLLLDDD!!!

Harman rips off the surgical mask and goes into a frenzy. His eyes roll into the back of his head. He splutters and chokes. His hands writhe with a palsy.

That’s right. The only thing wrong with Hardman Harman is that I’ve caught the baddest strain of the Coronavirus yet. That means two things, Darling:
1. This tube in my arm insn’t medicine

The camera pans up to reveal that the IV drip actually feeds into a bottle of Modelo Cervecerias ‘Corona’ brand lager.

2. The KANG is ready for his CORONA-tion

I never thought I’d ever stick in a job this long but something about this business is INFECTIOUS. Even when I’m just stomping cans like Jacob Sol for a tune up, the fans are FEVER pitch. So you got me, Tarah. I’m sick. I’m sick and fucking tired of being the tough, lary survivor from the streets. Even if I do do it with more style and pazzazz than the Big Hobo, I can’t rightly call myself a Kang unless I set my sights higher.

You hit the nail on the head, Taz. You said what a lot of people are thinking. That for all the talk I’m not exactly thriving. I’m just a “survivor”. Playing it up for the camera just to the cope with the fact that I’m living like a goddamn refugee with nothing to my name but a 12 second title reign, two second hand caravans and a white plastic lawn chair for a throne. And now I’m starting to twitch. I’ve got this vile taste in my mouth and I’m not sure if it’s yesterday’s muraturi or if I just want to be sick. Well if that’s what’s happening let me get some other stuff off my chest.

You of all people should know that the biggest threats are the ones you don’t see coming. Get off your revolutionary feminist agenda horse for a moment because you’re starting to talk like one of the little people. Athletes who are at the top of the mountain can’t talk about being underestimated. That’s looney toons shit. I know everything you’ve done. I know everyone who you’ve beat, I went to that museum that one time. I’ve seen the footage, darl. You’re a rabid psycho feminist, I get it. And a successful one. Well done for breaking that glass ceiling, but if you are trying to intimidate me then “This isn’t even my final form” isn’t a card in your hand. We’ve seen it all, Taz. From royalty to royalty, you are a Queen. If you ask me, you should go like full desert storm, US foreign policy style shit. You’re the shock collar. Shock and Awe me, Darl. Don’t let this ol’ Gyppo have all the fun. Or is there really nothing about you that’s “shocking” us anymore?

Hate to say it but maybe you’ve just grown to big for your damn boots. You’re the real titan here. You’re like the Diet Coke of the Wrestling industry. Low fat, full to your armpits with chemicals, and so part of the furniture that your not really as exciting as you once were. But don’t fret your little lashes. Familiarity is part of the appeal. People know what to expect and that’s why they like you.

Come to think of it, it’s also why I like my chances. And I suspect that’s why you’re a little antsy right now. You’re not fooling anyone with the ‘Don’t underestimate this bitch’ charade. Rumsfeld says you’re the known known. And you know that I know that I know too much about you. You know, It’s like knownception in here. It’s why you came to my talk show only to piss yourself like the pussy between your legs when you realised that the host was all real and he wasn’t just going to just kiss your ass. This ain’t Nobi you are talking to. I ain’t no White Knight, Sire. Maybe you haven’t heard. Maybe I haven’t made myself clear enough but I am the GYPSY KANG and Kangliness isn’t just a title, it’s an attitude. I call every shot I take and I hate to call a shot without pulling the trigger. So, let’s continue where we left off, shall we?

Home truth number one. What do you have to say about the hidden scandal of wellness policy violations amongst women’s wrestlers running rampant in OWA and with allegations stretching back to your time in EAW? How did you shake the baby fat so quickly, darl？Who is your dealer? Did Mnaarxxx’Ear put you up to this? Why aren’t you answering the real questions Tarah? Is it that you’d rather us NOT know the truth? Is that what you’re afraid of? Are you in fact NOT the woman you portray yourself to be? TELL US THE TRUTH ABOUT YOU AND ARIA’S “ANOMALOUS” T LEVELS, YOU CRACK WHORE!!!

This is the sad truth. Fame and success have it’s own perils. The weight of expectation. It must be so difficult to play the your dual roles as icon and family woman whilst holding yourself to such high standards. I can see why you went to drugs, Tarah. I understand and I know that scares you. But what you don’t understand is we’re both sick for success. I called the shot, Tarah. I have to pull the trigger. Tha’s the way I was raised. I was born for this. Born to survive. To thrive. This fever isn’t a passing cold. I will have coronation. For just as the unexpected bat flu has shocked the world. This humble gypsy bwoi will finally be Kang in more than just name. It’s gamebred biological weapon vs the... ugh... chemical weapon.

The Virus vs The Drug

Who wins?

Re: OWA Promos January 30th 2020, 12:00 am by **Natalie Cage**

Natalie Cage - Imma Kill You, Motherfucker

I get it Dulce, really, I do. You want this so fucking bad and you’re not making any effort to hide it. That’s what I love about you. You’re not a bullshitter. You’re like me in that sense, I guess. You’re a straight shooter, telling it like it is. I appreciate the honesty. It’s so refreshing after the amount of fuckery I’ve had to deal with in this line of work. But you’ve got the read on me all wrong, baby girl. I’m not some sell-out, I’m not corrupt with power. In my entire time here, I’ve not done anything that conflicts with the values I hold. Everything I’ve done as champion lines up perfectly with who I am. The issue is that people think they know me. They try to tell me that the Natalie of old is the real me, that I’ve somehow betrayed her.

It couldn’t be further from the truth. I had one mission statement: be champ and stay champ. To me, it’s irrelevant how it’s done and I’m glad you’re smart enough to know that history will only remember the magnitude of what I did. Here’s the thing though, this narrative you’re running with that I’m some prolific, conniving schemer who bends and breaks every rule to stay champ? It’s a myth. I don’t know how it’s been perpetuated by everyone I face but it’s obviously not true. You seem to be conveniently forgetting the fact that I bent no rules to put you down. I didn’t do anything untoward when I took out Persephone, Jessica, Azumi or Stephanie. Diantha’s the only one I got…creative with, and that’s only because she would have done it to me. Thing is, I’m a lot smarter than Diantha and pulled the trigger before she had the chance. It’s called preservation, baby girl, and the more you blather on, the more I start to think that that’s a quality you don’t possess.

You’re approaching this like a fight and while I admire the balls, I can’t say I admire the brains. Who led you to believe you could take me on in a straight up fight? Whoever they were, they don’t care about you one bit. You think I’m here to do anything other than put you in the hospital? Because that’s what it’s gonna take to keep someone like you down. That’s the problem with this “warrior spirit” mentality that so many people have these days: it outweighs sense. And I speak from experience, seeing as I’m an actual warrior who fought in actual wars. Let me tell you, Dulce, I’ve seen your kind before. I’ve seen the people who have the will to fight until the end and it cost them everything. Cannon fodder. People who are right at the front of the firing line and get mowed down because they were stupid enough to believe they were anything more than a link in the chain.

Taking me out isn’t something you want, it really isn’t. You know why? Because I’m only gonna come back for more. I’m relentless like that. You know what happens if you take the title from me? I go straight to Viola, get my rematch and we get to do this dance all over again. While you’re still licking your wounds from the first battle, I’m ready for another round. I’m putting a beating on you, you’re coughing up blood, your fans are beginning to realise that this little dream crusade you’ve led them on really wasn’t worth the time and effort. I’m famous for crippling motherfuckers in this business, you’re famous for being gutsy. I’ve seen gutsy and I’ve annihilated it as a concept. You wanna know if I’ve seen this version of Dulce Torres? Tell me, what exactly is so different? I’ve watched all of your matches and I don’t see much in the way of evolution. Granted, you’re still a cut above the rest of the roster but then most of them are dead weight. What have you seen me do? Put people down without mercy. That’s gonna be you and I can guarantee right now that fear is an emotion I’m not familiar with. I’ve been shot at. I’ve had explosions go off right next to me. I’ve stared death in the face on more than one occasion and you dare to say that I’m scared of losing? That I couldn’t cope seeing my title over your shoulder? Don’t fucking flatter me. You’re the only person here that I’d trust to carry on my legacy, but it’s not your fucking time, understand?

Don’t take it personally. You seem to take everything personally. What I’m doing is more important that you. But you are important. You’re a brick in my building. You’re the mortar that holds a grand structure together. Everything I do. Every scalp I take. It’s a part of something greater and you…you will be the crown jewel in my masterpiece. I’m well aware that the winner of our match doesn’t have a smooth road ahead. The winner of the Clash has a straight ride to Final Destination, just like I did once upon a time. How fitting would it be for Natalie Cage, the first ever winner of a Clash of the Titans match, to defend her title against the next winner? I mean, it doesn’t matter who wins because I’ve put down every bitch in that match already. But hitting that magic 365-day mark of my title reign? Well, that’s worth its weight in gold. You think you can do better, huh? You think that you’re equipped to be on top for as long as I have and maintain your sanity? Face it, you’re addicted to chasing the high but can’t handle it once it hits. You craved that Goddesses Title, let it consume and define you. Your name’s never gonna be associated with my title, NEVER. You’ll always be known as Dulce Torres: the greatest Goddesses Champion of all-time.

And what’s so wrong with that? That’s a good little spot for you, Dulce! I’d be flattered! I mean, I don’t need that plaudit because, you know, I’m already the greatest world champion in OWA history. I’ve held this title longer than anyone. And I don’t just mean anyone on Odyssey…I mean anyone in OWA. Go ahead, check the stats. Not one person in this company has had a longer reign than I have. Not Finnegan Wakefield, not the Dollhouse, Layne Kurobane, Jeff X, CM Nas, Jacob Senn…or you. Being the best champ overall? That’s legacy, that’s something to be proud of. So, this insane idea that you beating me erases that from history is just…well, insane. I thought you were smarter than this but Christ woman, you really think that if you win, everything I’ve done is for nothing? Nobody looks at a title reign like that and says “yeah, well it came to an end so it ain’t worth shit”. I don’t see people saying that about Aria Jaxon’s reign in the…other company. I don’t see people saying Finn was a shit champ. No no, my legacy is secured, yours is yet to be fully written. That’s why you losing is a much more dire scenario.

If you put me down, you get a big reaction and the top prize, good for you. I’m still gonna go down as the GOAT champ regardless. Nothing you can do will threaten that. But if you lose? Well, if you lose, you’re gonna go down as the best runner-up this company ever saw. It’s not a terrible legacy to have, but let’s face facts. I’ve always pipped you to first place. You came second in the Clash, you came second at the draft show, you held the secondary championship of the brand while I ruled the roost…you’re a constant silver medallist. At what point do you face facts and accept that you exist to make me look that much better? People can say “wow, Natalie Cage is just that damn good! Dulce’s great but Natalie’s just operating on another level!” You might be in a different category than everyone else I’ve faced so far, you might have earned every inch of ground that you’ve taken, but I don’t care. I don’t care because what’s a king to a god? You’re the best at what you do, sure, but I’m the best at what I do. And what I do is be the greatest of all-time. What you do is be my bitch.

Right now, I’m just thinking about everything that got me to this point and how I’m more than prepared for what you have to offer. I’m thinking about challenging for the world title in my third ever match. I’m thinking about that loss to you and how it created an unstoppable monster. I’m thinking about how Diantha tried to kill me and I came out swinging. How I beat that woman so badly that I permanently broke her and made her into something so much more…pathetic. I’m thinking about Eris and how she got smoked by me every time we stepped into the ring, how the pints of blood I spilled weren’t enough and I still put that bitch and her emo clique down one by one. I’m thinking about how I walked out at Final Destination against the consensus pound for pound best wrestler in the world and pinned her shoulders to the mat. How I singlehandedly ended the use of the word “Goddess” to refer to this division. How in one single promo, I made it so that we can be called Alphas and taken more seriously. I did that, nobody else. This whole roster has me to thank for the rebranding and what thanks have I got? Nothing but ungrateful little cunts who want to do nothing but take from me. Diantha tried to take from me and look how that ended up for her.

Persephone Bane? Tapped like a little bitch to me in my first defence and now she’s gone. Jessica Rose? I beat her in the most brutal last man standing match this company’s seen and became the first person to defend and OWA title on European soil. At Trifecta, I main evented and beat two world champions from two different promotions, protecting the name of this brand. At Civil War, I became the first ever Odyssey Alpha to headline a cross-branded OWA pay-per-view. I went toe-to-toe with the best in the game and no, I didn’t win, but did that stop me? Did it cause me to waver when I defeated Azumi Goto and Stephanie Matsuda at the same time to notch my record fourth title defence? Of course it fucking didn’t. Because I’m built differently and anyone who says otherwise is blind.

All of that led me here. All of it prepared me for you, the best opponent I’ll ever face. And you know what? I’m glad. I’m glad that I get to share the beautiful gift of my unmatched skills with someone who thinks they’re the best. This won’t be your fairytale ending. You’re not reclaiming the gold for anyone. You’re going to fail. If you were gonna be the face of this brand then you would have been by now. I’ve watched you be passed over since day one no, it’s not fair. But guess what? Life isn’t fair. The sooner you learn to accept that, the sooner you can move on from your pipe dream of dethroning me.

Come Saturday, it’s time for your lethal dose of reality, and mama Cage is administering the medicine

Re: OWA Promos January 29th 2020, 11:59 pm by **Emmanuelle**

Okay, there seem to be some of you who think that running your mouth about me is the “cool” thing to do. That’s wonderful. But let’s just cut to the chase with a few of you.

DiVa and Roxy, congratulations on finally joining us at the table. Congratulations on letting the most rag tag team of dude-bros ever assembled, a drunken black man and scrawny white guy, beat you for the Tag belts. Way to put women’s wrestling and the Dollhouse brand on the map. Now that you’re relieved of the titles that you killed the division of, welcome back to Odyssey, Starring April Fucking Song and co-starring everyone else. You think that the three of you are just going to waltz back in and grace us with your presence and everything is just going to go back to what you all think the wrestling world should look like? No. No fucking way. So, allow me to inform you that none of you are going to win the Clash, none of you are going to hold a Championship ever again now that I’m on the scene full-time in OWA, and none of you hold a candle to me. But hey, once you’re eliminated from the Clash and find yourself in catering more than wrestling on Odyssey, you’ll have plenty of free time to enjoy catering and even spend more time at your precious little clubhouse. All three of you can fuck right off.

Eris. You’ve beaten me before. And I’m not scared of facing you again. In fact, I’m looking forward to it. I was a little surprised you or one of your big uglies didn’t come calling for my title, but I bet with the Athena’s Cup you have way more important matters on your mind. But look, I want you to win the title. I want you to go to Final Destination II. Why? Because I’m going to be waiting for you. You won twice against me, but you never destroyed me. Not even in your own mind do you believe that bullshit. You SURVIVED, you didn’t dominate. So please, come see me in the Clash, before the Clash, after the Clash. I love me some big, muscular blondes...except for Jonetta Stone. She’s a bitch. But you, I’ll gladly be your dance partner. You think you can stop my momentum? Please, be my fucking guest.

Alyssa, Roni, Diantha. Girls, the trash talking has been fun, but now it’s time for the kid gloves to come off. All of you are likeable, talented girls and seeing any of you win the Clash would warm my heart but…...UH….DOUBLE TITLE MATCH? Big time main event? Monsterous fucking payday? Prestige out the ass? That’s all the motivation I need. Sure, I want to clean up OWA a little bit, but I want to put my own touch on things and most importantly: I want to get PAID. If I can’t tear Stephanie Matsuda’s head off, I would much rather win the Clash and give people a dream match to close Final Destination II instead of beating the shit out of Azumi Goto for the 50th time in the preshow. So, please don’t take anything that happens personally. Pretty please? And Diantha, you especially need to keep yourself in good health. We got a tag match in Japan coming up, don’t we? Don’t get hurt, keep your head on a swivel, and watch my back. I’ll watch yours.

Christie, sweetie, I don’t give a shit about where you’ve won titles before. You’re in OWA, and this lovely hunk of leather, jewels and gold on my shoulder tells me and should tell you that only one person on this roster has a higher rank on the Odyssey Roster than me. And once I’ve won the Clash and move on to Final Destination, This belt and the World title will be on equal footing permanently as I hold them both. You’ve eaten people like me for breakfast? Good, come to San Antonio and get your fucking buffet on. The people you call legends like Stephanie Matsuda and Azumi Goto? Beat em already. I’ve achieved in TWO years what you say mirrors the accomplishments of your FIVE years. I’m a fucking sex goddess with the charisma of a fourth of july parade and World Cup final rolled up into one. I’m irreplacable and I’m one of the alpha bitches among all the Alphas. You, waltzing in here, you think that’s going to make me think any differently about where I stand? Absolutely fucking not.

Everyone talks about how great they are, how tough they are, how talented they are, what great champions they are.

I’m here to prove it. And all you bitches who want to stake a claim?

Come on down.

April Song is coming to San Antonio to collect on some debts and make some stupid bitches famous.

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Sitting in white plastic lawn chairs on the edge of a heavily littered trailer park in Alabama are OWA TV Champion Harman Ardelean, his disciple and father of his god-son Leander, and a pack of dogs of no discernible pedigree.

Harman makes a conspicuous display of shuffling the OWA TV Championship from one shoulder to the other