OWA Promos

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Re: OWA Promos January 25th 2020, 5:24 am by **Arata Asakura**

Clash of the Titans #1: I am my worst enemy.

24.01.20 Miami, Florida

*At the beginning the Japanese wanted to immediately return to Japan to calmly begin preparations for his first PPV in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, but some duties made him stay in the United States. Anyway, it was only a matter of hours until everything is ready and he will be able to pay his full attention to the great chance offered by winning Clash of the Titans. You could say that it's even a life-changing opportunity, a chance that can be one that will bring you to the unbelievable heights, a chance that Arata needed. The young Japanese notoriously felt that everyone was looking at him as if his appearance in OWA was too early, so being in the main spot would wipe this self-confidence from the face of all these people. But did he feel ready for that? Partly yes, but it was obvious from the beginning that it would not be easy here and the match during the last Kingdom was a perfect example of how high bar is put there. He had the opportunity not only to cooperate, but also to face the top dogs in this company, but it was only one brand and even if getting to know them from the athletic side can be very useful in the upcoming match, there are still people from Olympus and unconfirmed entrances. People, most of whom he didn't even see on his own eyes, but sometimes he wondered if in a match with a structure like Clash of the Titans it matters. Such a fight is itself one big unknown and no matter who is in the ring, anything can happen. That is why Arata knew that he should expect the worst, but in the same time he tried to approach this wisely and enter this match with his head up.*

*The scene opens in a hotel room, showing Arata, who is sitting on a bed with scattered bedding. The man is wearing only black shorts, and he brushes awkwardly away the blond strands of hair that falls on his forehead. The Japanese wipes his face with his hands, which, in addition to the scenery, may indicate that he has just woke up. Before young man begins to speak, he bites his lip slightly and makes a sound, which resemble a snort.*

It seems to me that after the last Kingdom everything was cleared up about Hayden Cross, he wasted absolutely every chance to even gain the rematch, so I'm not going to waste my precious time on this man anymore. I am going to focus my eyes on what I care about most, and at the moment these is not even Keys to the Kingdom. The only thing I have in my head since leaving the ring of OWA, last Sunday, is Clash of the Titans (The man stops talking for a moment, sliding his finger through his lip and looking at the floor, as if trying to recreate a certain image in his mind) It is true that I have already participated in a match with similar rules, but I wouldn't treat it as a great advantage, because each place is different, and this one is definitely unique in some way. That is why it can be said that I am entering this battle with some miserable experience, but I don't feel unmotivated or so, because everything can happen. I must admit that this is not my favorite kind of bout, because I have always considered myself a pure wrestler, but in recent months I have learned that there is probably no such thing, there are preferences and mine are like that, but as everyone knows, no one care what you like and what you don't. You have to just adapt. And even if it has been difficult for me to understand like several months ago, since I started a serious career I took a fresh look at it, and started to approach things differently...to open myself to things that I have to learn to live with if I seriously think about being top of the mountain in the near future. And this battle royal is one of those pains in the ass, but it is worth to survive it at all cost.

*Arata sits down in such a position that he puts his hands a bit in the back on mattress, transferring on them the weight of his body.*

Even if they let me hang out with big dogs last week, I have the impression, that now they threw me between a whole pack of wolves. It was fun to see on my own skin what's the best that Kingdom has to offer, but this time the stake is completely different than just victory, and the match is not limited to 8 people. No, here are 29 other hungry competitor, who are ready to go through the hell to gain this special opportunity. It doesn't even matter if they are people who have the warm place here or fresh meat. Everyone wants this spotlight, but desire and possibilities are two completely different worlds. And for some time I wondered which group I belong to. Not through the eyes of others, but my own, because I know that neither the fans nor the rest of the locker room see me as a favorite in this match and that's fine. I am new to this business and it may be misleading, but not considering me in any way is a bit disrespectful. It seems to me that even if someone hasn't followed me in other promotions, the last match here should be a confirmation that I can face the best and despite the opinions of some it is not too early for me. And yeah, it refers to you, Jeff, because you have been trying to tell me for the last week that I am not ready, that I should take a few steps back and blah, blah, blah...But you just see, it wasn't the first time when someone treated me that and anyway, it turned out that I was more ready than I could have imagined. This time it was no different and I wasn't the weak link you expected me to be...well, I could even say that alongside Aria I ran a huge part of this match. That's why I hope that you will start to look at me like an equal opponent, not a stupid kid trying to take too much step.

Speaking of Aria...It was an honor to work with such an outstanding person like you, but I still hope that sooner or later we will stand against each other on more neutral ground than during Clash of the Titans, but for now I have to be content with what is given to me, as far we will be in the ring at the same time (The man just shrugs, as he knows that he doesn't have much influence on it) I know that you won last year and you have everything to do it again, but the truth is that recent events have confirmed that despite your splendor you are not untouchable, as you may think. It's not even that you lost your belt, but when Havoc attacked you after our match. I am not saying that I support what this two-faced bastard did, but he touched a very important matter, namely that when people start looking at you as a human and not as the deity you are considered to be, they stop fear you. They stop looking at you as at force impossible to beat, and please don't get me wrong, because I'm not trying to offend you. On the contrary, I think you are one of the most dangerous opponents in this match, and maybe even the most, but what I'm trying to say is that no one is invincible. Even if I consider you as one of the reasons I signed a contract with OWA, you are no exception. That's why, Aria, despite the fact that I respect you very much and I appreciate how well you worked with me on Kingdom, one of my higher goals during this match is to throw you through the top rope.

But next to Aria there are a few other interesting names that I have been looking at carefully for a long time, names that represent a certain level not only in this company, but in the entire industry...names such as Wakefied...as Rosso...as Kurobane and several others. Names that I not only think of as one time opponents during this damn match, but as someone with whom at some point in my career I will be able to fight as equal with equal, and even if for some reason it's not now, it's always better to get a kick in the ass and learn from the best than to stick to a standard that is convenient, because to be honest, people who have no ambition will never go far in this industry. And I? Even if my first reasons why I became interested in wrestling were different, there is nothing wrong with changing priorities. From a boy, who was just looking for something to do, I became a guy who thinks that in a few years his name should be taken seriously in this business. I understand that Rome wasn't built in a day and I am ready for this process, but my intentions are clear and even if it amuses someone, because there will be people like that, it will not change my goal. And I know that it will not be easy to achieve, but signing a contract here was never something I would compare to a walk in the spring meadow. I knew that I would have to deal with such obsessive assholes as Hayden Cross, I knew that there would be people living in their own world like Havoc with his savior complex. Or even the damn Nate Cage, who for some reason hunts every former World Champion in OWA. What I mean by this is that everyone is somehow unique and therefore dangerous, but in order to get your hands on the most important prize you have to go through people who will both reach out a hand to you in a gesture of respect and those who will prefer to put their hands on your throat.

*Arata puts on a black T-shirt, which lies on the chair near the bed, then combs his hair with his fingers and leans his forearms on his knees, slouching slightly.The man rubs his beard with his fingers, thinking for a moment.*

'Winning doesn't matter when you've always been viewed as a loser'. These are the words of someone who has recently caught my attention. The Derelict is definitely someone other than the rest and therefore interesting. Everyone tries shine like a stars, when this guy is happy with a piece of dirty floor and this is something to look at with admiration. He breaks with this pattern that everything important must be beautiful and shiny, which is quite inspirational, but it is hard to inspire someone when you don't have much ambition yourself. I guess that's not his goal and it's okay, not everyone has to look at gold in the same way, but victories always matter regardless of whether people look at you as a hot shit or a loser. It may not seem to you, The Derelict, that I understand you in some way, because even my appearance is much different from yours, but my passion for elegant clothes will never hide where I come from. I come from the same obscurity, that you surround yourself with, and what I have to admit is that such places create people, make them able to be independent. Even if it costs a lot (Arata takes a deep breath) People avoid you on the street, because they are afraid of a big man who could break them if he wanted to, but is it really the reason why you're lonely? Well, some are just born to be lone wolves, as me since I was a little kid. However, from the perspective of years, I see that this isolation has helped me find the answer to who I am and what I want. It seems to affect you similarly and if you are happy with your way of life, no one should mind, but I think you can do more than what you have. I mean, you are doing great with Openweight title, but that's all you want? Because I wouldn't be pleased, having such a predisposition to bigger things as you. And even if you think of me completely differently, like someone who is not worth your attention, it is ambition that prevents me from even thinking of cashing in Keys to the Kingdom on you, despite the fact that I am one key away from possibility to do it. And this is not about the fact that I'm afraid of a big guy, because I'm not, I just want something more than a minimum in my life.

However, when we talk about the minimum, there is one name that comes to my mind. Hayden Cross. It may be too much insult, maybe not, but I can't look in a different way at someone, who neither represents anything more than a minimum mentally and physically. For the past few weeks, Hayden has only convinced me that he is a desperate fool, who is trying to be the center of attention, which made even seem to many people that the Keys to the Kingdom have been pushed to the center of this mess that has recently taken place on the show. And honestly? I never wanted to make more confusion than needed, but it wasn't my fault. My goal isn't to point the light at me through arguments, but because I did something important, so just to show that I am not selfish idiot, I let McQueen finish the job. I tagged him in, just to make it clear that I not only can be a team player, but to show that I don't strive for attention at all cost, but for respect (A young Japanese man wipes his face with his hand, remembering his clash with God of War) But since I have already mentioned Moongoose...despite the fact that I don't have any hard feelings about him in relation to our singles match, I know that, that evening during Kingdom I didn't do as much as I should have done. That's why I feel like I have unfinished business with him and it can be considered that Clash of the Titans is a bit of a chance for me to repay him for my first failure here. Therefore, although I may put him as one of my targets in this match, I'm not going to be obsessed with it, because I have to keep my eyes on more than one or two people, especially since I want to even think about me winning the whole thing and getting this precious spot.

*Arata looks at his hands, as he is snapping his knuckles, then redirects his gaze at the camera again.*

The fact that I don't mention other participants of this match doesn't mean, that I don't take them seriously, on the contrary, I believe that every person for some reason was chosen to take one of 30 valuable spots. However, I don't see much sense in calling everyone out and thus becoming an easy target. All these people will want to be the last person in the ring anyway, so I don't need in a addition to be considered the public enemy number one, especially since my worst enemy in this match is not even these people, but myself. It is true that too many times I am lead by the impulse, as if I had nothing to lose. Well, last time I took part in a similar match, I thought it was a brilliant idea to hit Golden Dragon from the turnbuckle. And even if it wasn't something that made me lose, with the passage of time I see how fucking stupid it was. However, this time I can not let myself to do even the slightest mistake, because it is the details that will decide who will win, let alone such an antics, that I sometimes do. Therefore, entering this match I know that I will not fight 29 people for this spot, but actually 30, as sometimes I can't even trust myself. But there is something deep inside me, that despite my silly thinking sometimes and all the people who will be in this ring, tells me that I have what it takes to win the Clash of the Titans.

Re: OWA Promos January 25th 2020, 3:30 am by **Jeff X**

Titan Up

Marine Corps Air Station Cherry Point

Havelock, NC

January 24, 2020

The scene opens up to the inside of a hangar at MCAS Cherry Point. Dozens of young Marines dressed in their cammies are gathered around for some reason. As the camera moves in closer, we see that the commotion is coming from a table set up just in front of one of the AH-1Z helicopters. Sitting at that table is Jeff X. He’s dressed in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of old worn-out Levi’s. As usual, that camouflage Realtree cap rests atop his head and a pair of dog-tags dangle from a chain around his neck as he smiles, shakes hands, and laughs with each Marine that steps up get an autograph signed or a picture taken. Finally, after each and every Marine that had shown up for the meet and greet got the chance to talk to Jeff, he was able to get up from his chair and stretch his legs. He shakes the older Marine’s hand that had been standing next to him the entire time and heads towards the large bay door, walking through it and out into the bright sunshine where he immediately reaches into his pocket and lights up a Marlboro Red. The camera zooms up next to him as he walks across base, all the while waving at different Marines who happen to recognize him.

“It’s funny...no matter how old you get...and no matter where life takes you...you never really forget where you came from. From the day I was born, my entire life has been a roller coaster ride. I’ve gotten to experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows over the course of my time here on this Earth. From humble beginnings in the backwoods of North Carolina...to the high school football field...to living in those very barracks over there...all the way to Iraq and back...to learning how to do this wrestling thing that I love so much. From making my professional debut and living out my dream...only to have it all ripped away from me and land in a state penitentiary. But I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything...because all of that led me to exactly where I am today...with a legitimate chance to headline the biggest wrestling show in history. When I first got the call from OWA...I thought that I had been blessed beyond my wildest dreams just to get the opportunity to do what I love again. Physically I knew I was still in tremendous shape...but still...having spent so long away from the ring...doubt starts to creep in. And early on in my career here...I think that showed. Just go back and look at my win-loss record in those first few months. While I looked good and felt good every time out...the results just never came. And each and every time that I took another loss, I could feel myself questioning whether this was even a good idea at all. It got so bad that last year at this time, I came on publicly questioned whether I even deserved to be in the Clash at all. I would of course...entering third only to be eliminated later by Nate fucking Cage of all people. Needless to say...after that...after everything really...I wasn’t sure if I was still cut out for this anymore. I always came so close...only to fall flat on my face time and time again. But then...something happened. Divine Retribution. I got the opportunity to come back home and compete in front of my home state fans for the first time in over a decade. And after everything they’d been through...I wanted to finally give them something to be happy about. So I walked through that curtain and saw the masses of people out there screaming my name at the top of their lungs...and it was like a lightswitch had flipped inside my head. I no longer was the bitter veteran wrestler wondering if he was washed up. In that moment, I was that punk ass teenager catching Touchdown passes. I was that young Marine charging headfirst into battle. I was that bright eyed 23 year old, stepping into a wrestling ring for the first time. Every difficult moment...every trying time...every thought of doubt...it just faded away in that one instant and I was finally able to feel like myself again for the first time in a long, long time. I went out that night and became the inaugural Keys to Kingdom winner and the rest, as they say, is history. I used those Keys to earn my spot at Final Destination, where I pried the Spartans Championship from the seemingly unbreakable grasp of Layne Kurobane and, in the process, was able to finally vanquish Nate Cage. I’d go on to be the longest reigning Spartans Champion of all time...defending against the likes of Carlos Rosso, Chris Sabertooth, and Miltiades, among others. Of course I would finally get fucked out of the title, but it makes no difference. I put myself in the history books with that reign and established myself as the greatest Spartans Champion that’s ever existed. There was nothing left for me to do with that title and it was time for me to move onto bigger and better things anyway. And honestly the timing...it couldn’t have been any more perfect.”

Jeff takes another drag from his cigarette as he continues to march his way across the base.

“Because once again I stand here on the cusp of the Clash of the Titans matchup. But this time...this time my confidence is far from wavering. You see I don’t need to prove myself in this matchup. I’ve already done that. I’ve spent the entire last year doing that. I’ve proven myself to every fan across the globe,to every single person in that locker room, and most importantly, to myself...that I am every bit of man I always was. So unlike last year, this isn’t about proving anything. This time...it’s about winning.”

Jeff takes one last hit from his smoke and before flicking it off into the grass.

“And winning is exactly what I’ve been doing for the last yeast year in this company. Yet somehow people still don’t believe. Despite everything that I’ve accomplished here, you still hear the whispers and murmurs from those who doubt me. I don’t know why this misguided conception exists that I can’t be THE guy in this company. Maybe it’s because I don’t have the look of a generic posterboy like Finnegan Wakefield does. Maybe it’s because I’m not the pure and wholesome role model that Layne Kurobane is. Maybe it’s because I don’t have the resume of an Aria Jaxon or a Scott Oasis. Or maybe it’s because I refuse to become my boss’ bitch like Sabertooth has. Whatever the reason...nobody seems to want to give me a chance in hell at main eventing Final Destination. But you know what? That’s fine. Let them doubt. I’ve made an entire career out of proving all of those people to be foolish and in less than two weeks time...I’m going to do it once again. But I’m not naive. I know that the journey will not be an easy one. OWA is the single greatest wrestling promotion on the planet and it is absolutely stacked with the best talent from all over the world. Entering a ring with twentynine of those talents and somehow lasting until the very end is a daunting task. After all, everyone has the same goal...but only one of us can achieve it. So why me? Why should I think that I will be the one to earn that chance at immortality? Well if you really want to know, you need do nothing more than take a quick glance at the list of names that I find myself competing against and suddenly the answer becomes quite clear.”

Jeff finally reaches the parking lot where his beat up old Chevrolet pickup resides. He walks straight to the bed of the truck and reaching inside, fumbles through a cooler in the back until he emerges with a bottle of Bud Light. Jeff cracks it open and leans against the S-10, all the while lighting another cigarette.

“You have your relative unknowns...the newcomers who have yet to even show us what they can do. Alexander Iscariot, Baba Yaga, Dirk Hammer, and Jahseh Jett. Sure a few of you may have had a match...and who knows...one of you may even actually have some talent. But there isn’t a single one of you that is ready for this stage. Your insertion into the Clash is the equivalent of rats being inserted into a snake enclosure. You’re ill prepared and you may kick and fight...but in the end you’re all going to be swallowed whole and there isn’t a damn thing that you can do to stop it. Then you have kids like Maverick and Arata Asakura...again young, but at least the two of you have shown some promise. Someday you may be viable threats in this company, but much like the names that I’ve previously stated, you’re ill equipped for this type of match at this stage of your respective careers. If you manage to last another full year here...and that’s a big if...then we’ll see what you can do in 2021...but to think either of you have a chance in hell in this match is simply laughable. And speaking of laughable...Devon Slayton, Jesus Christ, Kyle, and Udy. The literal jokes of OWA. I’m still trying to find out how any of you are still employed here. The most talented among you thinks your the Messiah himself and all of you collectively couldn’t beat your way out of a wet paper bag. All of you are just walking, talking internet memes, only existing to give us a punch line to mock and laugh at. None of you will ever be successful in this industry. But while we’re on the subject of things that will never be, why don’t we discuss Hayden Cross, Kevin Maverick, and Reginald Dampshaw and how none of them will ever be viable threats. All of you have been here for a while now, and yet you do nothing but flounder in the background. And I know, I know...Dampshaw beat me for the Spartans Chamionship...but does it really feel like you’ve surpassed me Reggie? You have the title and that fluke victory, but what does it feel like you’ve truly accomplished? You yourself know you still haven’t reached my level...you’ve only managed to take the Spartans Championship down to yours. So congratulations on spending each passing day tarnishing the legacy that the others who have held that belt have built. But look on the bright side...even though you’re going to get easily eliminated from the Clash...you’ll still get to head to Final Destination...so you can drop that title to somebody that may actually make something of it again. And while we’re on the subject of turning nothing into something...the name Nobi comes to mind. A man who may have once had a great career in a less company...but here, in OWA...he’s been nothing short of disappointment. He’s tried several times now to fix his standing in OWA...but the truth is...he doesn’t have the stomach for it. Nobi lacks any semblance of a killer instinct. I knew it the moment he let himself get outsmarted by Hans Olsen of all people and then failed to rectify the situation...instead choosing to once again take his ball and go home. And now he’s making...his what...third or fourth attempt at trying to succeed here? Give it up Nobi. Stick to WrestleWorld...because you’re clearly not cut out for this company.”

Jeff takes another swig from his beverage and chases it with long hit from his smoke.

“Which brings me to the actual contenders in this whole thing. Starting with Aria Jaxon...the only person who actually knows what it takes to win this thing. But lightning doesn’t strike twice in the same place. A lot has changed in the last year, and who even knows where Aria is at mentally after losing her prized possession to Kenny Drake. I’ve seen the look on her face since Hardcore Havoc and she doesn’t emit the same confidence she used to. She’s rattled and shaken. You may have reached the top of the Kingdom once Aria...but you’ve slipped far, far from it...and I will not allow you to make it back. But there is someone who will have the chance to reach that pinnacle, regardless of what happens in San Antonio...Moongoose McQueen. Goose has that God of War medallion in his back pocket. He doesn’t even need this victory and he knows it. So much like everything else in life, he’s going to fail to take this seriously. And that...that’s a mistake. Because this isn’t a fucking joke to me...this is everything. And wrestling is also everything for two other men in this match...Finnegan Wakefield and Layne Kurobane. Maybe the two most technically sound grapplers in the world today. Finn talks about wanting to get back to where he was a year ago when he and Layne were supposed to square off for the championship...but he’ll have to get through me to do it...and he’s no longer capable of that. You’re never going to be what you once were Finn. Cage revealed that last month when he damn near crippled you. At this point...you and Layne wouldn’t be a battle of equals. Face it...Layne’s surpassed you in every way. He’s the new golden boy around here. If you didn’t want that to happen, then you shouldn’t have walked away from something you supposedly loved in the first place. So once you inevitably try to foolishly prove yourself by challenging Layne...and he disposes of you like the shell of your former self that you are...that means I’ll have my chance to once again display my superiority over Layne. Our styles are vastly contrasting and don’t get me wrong...I have a healthy dose of respect for the man...but Final Destination...Civil War...the results are always the same...Layne Kurobane can’t beat me. Because as proficient of a technician as he is...he can’t handle a good fight. But there are a few guys in this thing that can. Like Carlos Rosso. The problem is, Carlos consistently lets his emotions get the better of him. It’s why he couldn’t beat me at Game Over. It’s why he couldn’t keep it together long enough to help me win our match last week. And it’s why he’ll be eliminated from the Clash. He only won the tag titles because Keelan was there to save him...but he’s a bit busy during the Clash isn’t he Carlos? You’ll have to do this on your own...and that’s something you are clearly incapable of doing. But at least you care enough to try. Apparently our friend the Derelict doesn’t care about winning at all. He just wants to ‘hurt people’. There’s a real fucking original line. Never heard that one in this industry before. Ground-breaking stuff. Derelict you might be able to throw a punch...but I wonder what happens when you get hit back? Does that jaw of yours shatter like your parents expectations for you did years ago? I think I’ll make it a point to find out. But there’s also one other thing I’d want to find out next Sunday. And that’s if the ‘legend’ of Scott Oasis still exists at all. Here’s a guy I used to think I could respect...but he got himself some power within the company and he suddenly forgot exactly what it was like to be one of the guys in the back. Now instead of a feared former World Champion...I see nothing but another corporate stooge trying to hold down anybody who threatens his vision for what the company should be. But at the Clash, you’ll have to step out of the boardroom and back into the ring with the likes of us...and to tell you the truth...I don’t think you have it anymore. Scott Oasis...has gone soft. And if you don’t believe that...tell me...why does he need someone like Chris Sabertooth to do all his dirty work for him these days? The old Oasis would handle shit on his own, but now? Now he needs a puppet and he found the only man retarded enough in that locker room to actually fill that role. But the question is why? Why did Chris sell himself out and turn into corporate’s bitch? I’ll tell you why...because he knows he’s not good enough to reach the top on his own. He’s been handed more opportunities on a silver platter than anyone here...but he’s failed every fucking time. And now he has management vowing to make him THE guy around here...but the truth is...he’s just not good enough to get there. Because no matter how much support he has...and no matter how twisted and warped his mind has become...Chris Sabertooth will never...ever...be better than me.”

Jeff lets his cigarette fall to the ground and he quickly stomps it out while turning the bottle up yet again to drink from it.

“And I suppose that only leaves one more name on the list...and all I have to say is...Nate Cage...fuck you.”

[Fade to Black]

Re: OWA Promos January 25th 2020, 3:15 am by **Jonetta Stone**

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️The video begins from the sight of people being thrown out of a burning building, likely being caught by people below…likely. It switches to the inside where Jonetta Stone is seen in firemen’s outfit, patrolling and ordering people around.

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Jonetta: Alright, alright! Women and children first! Just like me and my besties should have known when it came to what we needed to get rid of, but we had tried to ignore the filth and decay that is the Odyssey roster.

Worker: But Ms. Jonetta, some of them are too scared to be thrown out of windows! Can’t we handle this more gently?

Jonetta: No, no. When you’re in an emergency, you can’t let the faint of heart start pulling at your heartstrings when that would stop what needs to be done! Sure, we could be dousing the fires or comforting the small meek figures that surround us, but it’s much more fun to get to throw people around and hear them scream their little hearts out. If you’re going to be saving lives, or saving an entire division, the people that have to be thrown aside should be grateful for your service. Even if they break a few bones or become traumatized by heights, it’s better than being on fire, it’s much safer than spending too much time in the ring with the Dollhouse!

️Jonetta hears a scream and rushes to the rescue, kicking a door down and finding an old lady in distress.

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Jonetta: Mam, please calm down!

Old Lady: B-but my medals, my air force medals might get burnt down! I don’t care about myself, but these are a record of my achievements and serving this great country.

Jonetta: Mam, have no worries. I know how to treat veterans. Take my hand. Close your eyes. Imagine yourself as an American eagle, or some sort of brave falcon. I know you must have had parachute practices all the time in the old days, take a moment to think back to that feeling, knowing you’re safe.

️She grabs Jonetta’s hand and Jonetta softly puts her other hand on the lady’s back in a moment of touching support. Before the lady can get ready, Jonetta instantly throws her out of the window and then throws her memorabilia in the fire.

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Jonetta: Crazy old coot.

Worker: But I thought you loved soldiers!? You know, the greatness of imperialism and what not.

Jonetta: I love soldiers who are going to go out there and spread the influence of western might and getting resources. What I don’t like are washed up veterans who survived the excursion and now think they’re entitled to benefits, or that anyone cares about their PTSD or any other petty problem they have. Every year on social media people cry about how people need to stop using fireworks, they’re almost as annoying as animal rights activists!

️Jonetta puts on sunglasses, walks out of the room, and then clearly walks through a cleared passage she could have led anyone in the building through to the outside. When Jonetta reaches the outdoors, she inhales and exhales like she’s done a great days work.

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See it doesn’t matter who or what you are, when I tell you to get out, you get out! I don’t care if you enjoy the scenery or feel like being part of this great contest, get out. I don’t care if you have delusions of being part of the big Final Destination Women’s championship match, you get out when I tell you! OWA original? Some pilot? Some constant screw up OWA insists on making a poster girl? I don’t care, out, out, out! Or The Dollhouse will toss you out! Trust me, this isn’t the time nor the place to get on our nerves, we’re in bad moods. Now of course, everyone’s heard about The Diary of Mad Black Woman! Well now it’s a diary of three angry blonde women! And when you add, beautiful, rich, and influential in front of that, you get the most dangerous thing in the world!

You’ve ever seen Meghan McCain have a bad day on The View? It pales in comparison of what will be unleashed on all of you.
Last week, someone was wondering if I had told DiVa and Roxy about Odyssey, something about new heights and other flowery nonsense.

What exactly am I meant to tell Roxy about the great changes since her time as the ruler of this place?

That the Clash of Titans for women went from 20 women down to 15?

That Azumi, Stephanie, and April have a lingering cross promotional polyamorous love and hate fest with each other? Where every now and then they’ll get all hot and bothered, blow some smoke up each others asses in an obsessive relationship, take a break from their squabbles, start up again, and repeat indefinitely?

Or maybe I should tell her about how many times I watched Persephone Bane be given a bone, and now constant screw ups like Christie Sky.

And then there’s that little midget, everyone’s current or former friend, who thinks she’s Japanese or something. Just outright disgusting. Hell, she’s the one who originally brought up this tell Roxy topic before last Odyssey. She’s the reason April Song’s asking me stupid questions about my neck and back.

Yeah I was hit by Antoinette’s Revenge, but the only thing that snapped after that was my patience…I’m tired of people acting out of their place. Who are people like you knuckle draggers to use the name of Marie Antoinette? That’s a Dollhouse category character, we’re the one’s who’d let you eat cake. And then, why are there so many of you comfortable coming out here after your breaks and need for “me times” talking to me about how the era of beauty being all you need to get ahead is over and boring me about your hard work stories, when I’m the most underappreciated member of this entire Odyssey roster? I know, I know, we live in a world where you all think you’re ground breaking for saying I apparently can’t wrestle because I’m blonde and know fashion, I’m supposed to be impressed by this. The only truth I’ve heard in all of my months on Odyssey is that Christie Sky said last week that she and the crew are the ones people bet on to win the Clash, she’s right and I do notice the disrespect. It’s even more disrespectful than when they had my besties open Kingdom to defend our titles after a record long reign. Someway, somehow, despite me pulling double duty and rising to the occasion as champion like Roni never could, the people overlook me. You people refuse to acknowledge the fact that I’m one of the top workhorses on the entire OWA roster, let alone here amongst the most vapid selection of women I’ve ever dealt with. There are many fires that can never be extinguished, eternal burning sensations that I’m sure many on this roster know all too well, but I can put out the bush fire notion that has all you ladies thinking crooked.

April Song, how long I have waited to get my hands on you. You were the first to forget her place, you were the one who during my debuting days here decided to criticize my way of life and tried to confront me on social media. You’re a former merc, a soldier at the very least, why are you moralizing towards me? We both have our views on life and for what purposes we choose to snuff it out. You can tell yourself whatever you want to sleep at night, but I tuck myself in under a nice coyote fur blanket and know I get much better beauty sleep than a recovering alcoholic. Enough with the good girl act, you’re one of the only women on the roster who is just like me! You say hunt for sport like that’s a bad thing, but tell me Killer Bee with the killer clutch and oh so many allusions to murder in your move set, have you never found thrill when life is on the line? At least I’m a humanist. Perhaps you’re projecting, perhaps you have a little bit of self loathing, because when it comes to finishing off any creature, when it’s to a point you can claim victory…something had been rendered defenceless before the trigger is pulled. I’m not haunted by such pesky hang ups, be it if I catch someone by surprised or knock them out to throw them out of the ring, I know that I’ll be preying on plenty of defenceless people at the Clash.

And once the three of us have dealt with the rest of you, we’ll do what we always have, we’ll share our spoils. It wouldn’t be the first time in this sport that multiple people won this type of match, we’ll just all jump out of the ring at the same time, when we’re all that’s left. Another emergency averted. Ciao.

️Jonetta tips her firemen’s hat and the camera goes to black.

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Re: OWA Promos January 24th 2020, 8:42 am by **VaeVictisBD**

Chapter 21: The Long Road

"The Prodigal Son" Finnegan Wakefield

"Often do we wonder about the road that we've walked in our lives. More importantly, we ponder the alternative routes that road has or could have taken us." Like an internal monologue that played over the instrumental of heavy breaths, the candid opens to a white-washed shot of Finnegan Wakefield. His forehead glistened in sweat, his chest expanding and exhaling heavy breaths as his backrests on the turnbuckle pads, arms against the uppermost ropes of the ring. His eyes were unblinking, steel as they stared across from him, visages of various other competitors in the Omega Wrestling Alliance in a distorted effect stood on the other side of him. These visages changed rapidly, faces viewers would recognize, but none that stood still long enough to be suggested more important than others. His short, brown hair a matted mess on his forehead, collecting himself as the monologue continues to play over the candids visuals. "It takes only one, really bad day for someone to feel compelled to look back at the road they've walked and pondered the possibilities. What if I went about X differently? What if Y never happened? What if I never worked for that egomaniac riddled echo chamber of a company? Alas, these are things we as humans can not change. Our past is set in stone to shape our futures. It shapes us. Life isn't a smooth ride to the end, there are peaks and valleys along the way and I have seen my share. But by far, the biggest nadir moment of my life came about this time last year -- what could have been the folly of Finnegan Wakefield." Like being called out of the corner like a boxer would in a fight, Wakefield walks to the center of the ring. The visages were gone now. In there place is the tired leather of a boxing bag, one which Finnegan wastes no time driving his fists, knees and kicks into with the heavy sounds of impact echoing through the hallowed hall. Sweat flying off him as he holds nothing back from his shots, each one fueled by some underlying motivations as the hits come fast and heavy. "Clash of the Titans. This time last year, just a mere few weeks before this very event, I was standing proudly the OWA Champion of the world. And I was putting out performance after performance, breaking limits, bringing prestige to a newborn championship that was destined to become the very zenith of this industry. I was proud of every moment. There was no end in sight for me, from my perspective, because I out-right refused to falter until a worthy successor of the legacy could best me for it. And there was a moment in my mind that was ready to accept my next challenger, Layne Kurobane, might have been the hungry rising star that could weather the storm and take it from me. But not without the fight of his and my life. I still had the world to prove, but so did he. And what would have been destined would have been a masterclass of the sport; a match that would live as a technical wrestling masterpiece for the ages. What could have been would have put this company up to another notch. I was confident in that. I was ready for it." A punch hits the bag with a weak amount of force as Finn hunches over, heaving heavily as sweat drips from his pours onto the canvas beneath him. He looks utterly spent, like his energy has deteriorated greatly by this time in his training, like he has been pushing himself to his limit. "But it only takes that one, bad day to completely drive you off that path. And alas, mere weeks before it was set to happen, that bad day came. I forfeited the OWA World Championship and forfeited a part of myself to step away from the ring, the sport that I loved, and the legacy I wanted to leave on this industry as a whole. And to this very day I haven't forgiven myself from stepping away. Giving it all up, making my future an uncertainty as my judgements became clouded in doubt and angst -- every day I ponder what I would have been like if I didn't step away. What if I stuck to my guns? What kind of man would I be standing here today? Every time I ask myself that question, I always come back to the answer I'd be more proud than I am now. That's what drove me back here. It's why I came back. I needed to. I couldn't let the visage of my departure be my lasting impact on this company, on my own career. It forfeited my entry as Alpha of the Year. It forfeited my matches in being considered match of the year. And that wasn't going to sit well with me at all. I had worked too hard -- spilt too much of my blood, sweat and tears for this company and this industry -- to go out with a whimper." Through gritted teeth, Finnegan finds his second wind as he lines up with his back straight and drives blow after blow with his tapped fists into the heavy bag of leather and sand, each hit with a loud impact as each breath upon landing each shot gets sharper and sharper. "All this time later, things have changed. I've had my detours on this path. Some triumphant like that against Miltiades. Others not so much -- like the recent ordeals with Nate Cage." "I can't say with full honesty I am one hundred percent going into Clash of the Titans this year. My neck still hurts, I'm not entirely sure if breathing though strenuous physical activity will be fine or a liability. All I know is it would have been an injury that had a lesser man out for longer. But here I am. What threatened me to miss out on Clash of the Titans a second year hasn't managed to do so. I am not lying down to miss any opportunity to climb back up. You'd have to bury me six feet under the dirt under solid concrete, and even then I'll fight my way back up. Because NOTHING on this earth is stronger than my convictions. And those, despite everything, haven't changed in the slightest. This time last year, I was the ace of the OWA. One year later, my road to redemption starts to climbing my way back up to becoming the ace again." He has hit the wall again, this time maybe for the last time, as he falls forward onto his knees, head against the bag as his arms wrap around it as his breaths are extremely heavy. The faint sound of his rapid heartbeat fills out ears as he struggles to catch his breath. "Twenty-Nine men stand between myself and that reality. A true test of endurance and conditioning, competing smarter and not harder, is the fast track back to that possibility. The fast track to immortality. Among those 29 other competitors, you have names who have been in that top spot, people like Aria Jaxon, Scott Oasis and Carlos Rosso, who are just like me and want to get back to that peak. You have names who are hungry for their first taste of it, people like Layne Kurobane, Hayden Cross, Arata Asakura, Havoc ... Nate Cage..., who only need this one opportunity to immortalise themselves. And the many others who are taking a shot, taking a risk, throwing all they have into one match to get that one chance they need to climb to the top -- to be the champion of the world." He surely and steadily raises to his feet, still hunched over as he stumbles a distance from the bag, looking at it as he tries his best to collect himself. The world begins to distort again, like seeing through the mind of Wakefield himself, the bag once again begins to change into the form of many of the competitors he just listed, as well as many more. The empty outsides of the ring distort to that of a roaring crowd, one so loud as to block out the sounds of Wakefield's heaving. "But none of those names concern me. None of the potential surprises that come with a match like this concerns me. And the number I draw for this doesn't concern me. Be it entry number one or entry number 30, I am not leaving Clash of the Titans less than I entered. No matter the pressure, I will thrive. No matter the pain, I will endure. No matter the obstacles, I will overcome. So to anyone listening, anyone who dares mention me by name going into this match, this is my declaration -- my line in the sand for you to cross. If you think it impossible for me to win Clash of the Titans 2020, I dare you to stand in my way. Because the loss to Nate Cage, it didn't make me more man, it made me more driven. Never before have I had a bigger fire under my ass than I do right now, because now, I have a locker room of people who doubt me, and a locker room full of people I aim to prove wrong. And there is no greater motivator than doubt." The crowd becomes immediately silent with a zoom on Finnegan taking one deep, calm breath as he straightens his back. His eyes are closed, he seems collected, as the world returns to normal when he opens his eyes. There is only himself, the ring, and the tired leather boxing bag. He clenches his fists once more, his eyes seem angry, fueled as a third win can be found in him, his breaths sharp with every impact, the knuckles driven into the bag with a focus of frustrations in every punch. "To none of these competitors do I have something to prove to. To none of the World Champions watching on, wondering what their fate has in store for them, do I have something to prove to. Not even to the spectators, the fans who have either stayed supportive throughout my career, given up on me since this time last year or maybe never cared for me at all, do I have something to prove. For the first time in my life, my career, am I focused on testing my limits to only prove myself to one man." His fist is trickling with blood from his knuckles. The flesh tired and rubbed off from the impact despite the tape that is now stained a crimson dark red. His eyes are angry, his fist a mere few inches from what was the bag. Now stands before him another distorted image from his mind -- an image of himself. The proud Finnegan Wakefield, a smug expression on his face, clean-shaven, the OWA World Championship -- rather, the old version of it that he once held -- sitting proudly on his shoulders as its eyes are locked with the tired, sweat-profusing and unkempt Finnegan Wakefield. Their eyes are locked, confidence in one, anger in another as he slowly unravels the tape that binds his bleeding fist. "The man who abandoned everything. His pride. His ambitions. His legacy. Just because the pressures in his mind became too much to bare at the time. The man who broke when the weight of the world rested on his shoulders and he lost his footing just once. To Finnegan Wakefield himself." The blood-stained bandaging falls to the canvas in a damp heap as he assesses the damages. Skin cut and bleeding through bruises, stained with the color of the bag he had been relentlessly beating upon. "I don't want to prove to him that I am still him. I don't want to prove to him that I haven't slowed down. I don't want to prove to him that I can make amends and redeem myself in his eyes. I want to prove that I will surpass him. I will be better than he once was. I'll be twice, no, three times the champion he was in a previous life. That I have adapted, survived and evolved into a competitor that won't break under the pressures. That this long road he has walked -- " The smugness in his expression, the visage that overtook the boxing bag, quickly turned into the tired, blood decored leather, as a swift kick with a loud "BANG!" impact turns the screen to an inky, violent transitioned back. "-- is far from its destination."

Re: OWA Promos January 24th 2020, 2:50 am by **Stark**

THE NEWEST TESTAMENT
BOOK TWO /// SERMON ONE: THE MASSES

*The storming sands of Lebanon rage against the lost city of Baalbek, better known as “The City of the Sun”. In front of the ruins of what was once a castle, stand Nico Borg and Muhammad. As the cameraman approaches them, the sounds of harps playing can be heard. The camera pans over to Jesus Christ sitting on a golden throne, two women on either side of him serenading him but he simply looks straight ahead with nothing but contentedness on his face.*

Nico: Behold! Our Lord! The Savior! The Messiah! He has many names, but the only one that should to you all is His one true name, given to him by God above his himself - JESUS! CHRIST! Victory is in His DNA. The Deity that created everything from nothing in a mere seven days has blessed the world with His one and only son, so that humanity could be saved! He left us for thousands of years, only to return… to nothing but blasphemy. “You are not the true Son of God!” the heretics told Him. “You are a fraud!” is something I have had to listen to time and time again. But we listened to it. We endured it. We understand that your lack of faith comes not from a place of malice, but from one of ignorance. However - I must ask now, what reason is there to not believe any longer? Look at the man beside me. Once our sworn enemy, with nothing but the destruction of Jesus Christ on his mind, even he was conquered! And now he stands before us! A believer! A disciple! Just one of many, and there are many more to come. And that’s when He understood where we should go forward in our quest. Where we could show the most people our power in the most effective amount of time. Do not let his imposing physical structure and scarcity of words fool you - our Lord is no fool. He is smarter than most, as a general of both combat and strategy. And that’s when he revealed to me where he wanted to strike next.

*Nico pauses for a moment as Christ begins to descend the stairs, standing behind Nico.*

Nico: The Clash of the Titans. Thirty men. One ring. And the opportunity of a lifetime. The main event of Final Destination 2. A hundred thousand watching live. Millions watching around the world. Where better of a venue for the ultimate miracle of Christ, than in the main event of Final Destination? And how poetic would it be, taking the opportunity away from twenty nine infidels, turning them into His believers, His followers, and for some of the more capable - maybe even his disciples! All of your heroes! All of your idols! Good, bad, neutral, evil, benevolent, MAGNANIMOUS, it does not matter! There is salvation through Christ for you all! Men like Nate Cage, who commit atrocity after atrocity can find redemption through His mercy! Men like Scott Oasis, who flex their power at every given opportunity will come to learn what TRUE strength is, what He can do for all of you, and how insignificant your financial or physical strength is in comparison to the power of Christ himself, Amen! Those who have suffered loss after loss, feeling the anguish of hopelessness, men like Moongoose McQueen, can find victory through the teachings and blessings of Christ! Turn your luck around, take Christ into your heart, and you will never lose again! I can go on and on but the point shall not change - in front of the Son of God, no man can compare! Not your best, certainly not your worst, and no one in between could even try! Twenty nine men is nothing! Not to your Lord! Amen!

*Christ steps in front of Nico, staring a hole into the camera.*

Christ: … I was created to forgive the world of their sins. My Father above wants nothing but the best for you all. Do not be foolish. The inevitable is inevitable, nothing any of you can do will change it. Do not challenge me. Do not think that you are above me. Do not think that there are any other ways. I am the Hand of the Lord, His weapon of peace, the carrier of His will - you are all mere mortals who cannot comprehend just what I’m fighting for. To the twenty nine men who are going to stand in my way… it’s never too late for forgiveness.

Nico: That’s absolutely --

*Christ pushes Nico away and continues to speak.*

Christ: And for those of you that will choose to defy me… you’re going to wish you were down there in Hell with that fool Lucifer and not in the ring with me.

*Christ walks back up to his throne and sits down.*

Nico: Indeed my Lord. We have no more to say on this matter. Our quest continues. One day, one way or another, you will all believe in Christ. He is simply too powerful for any other result to come to fruition. Salvation is possible! All you have to do is make the right choice - concede to our Lord and you will be rewarded for eternity! Amen!

*The sand starts to blow violently again as the feed abruptly ends.*

Re: OWA Promos January 24th 2020, 1:30 am by Guest

¤TWO YEARS AGO...¤

"The world wasn't prepared for me. The world isn't prepared for you. You can mold it, shift the tides, paint on a fresh canvas. You're given an opportunity of a lifetime, but can you prove you deserve it?"

¤The room echoed with pacing footsteps, as John Doe appears in view. He's looking upon his pupil, before the name Baba Yaga was bestowed upon him.¤

"You will work under me, but for only two years. That is an adequate time period for you to embrace the nobody that you really are. And if you survive until the year of twenty-twenty... you will earn your name."

¤PRESENT DAY: Baba Yaga can be seen sitting down on a chair, speaking to his stuffed cat who he's named John Doe.¤

I've earned my name and I've embraced being nobody. It's taken two long years to get to where I'm at, but the question remains; is it worth it, Doe? It's a new decade and I'm gifted with a fresh start in life. I'm taking a step in the door of two companies you've competed in. But you say these companies are manipulative? I'm twisted with the thought of being honored to wrestle in front of thousands, but torn between how you say the company has no respect for people like you or me. How can I compete with your legacy? You were a man with no name. You imprinted your name the moment you got here... but then you left. You left cold turkey with no trace. You had a goal, but what stopped you? A loss? No, I refuse to believe it!

¤Baba Yaga stops for a moment in deep thought, but proceeds to lick his lips as a sadistic smiles appears.¤

How could one's mission be so simple, yet so difficult? You had your mission, but I have mine. I have a goal I've set out for myself. I can carry out your desires, while achieving my own aspirations. How convenient could this possibly be? For the first time in my career---I'm scheduled to compete against twenty-nine other blood thirsty competitors. And for what? What are they all craving? The spotlight of the main event at Final Destination? Their greed, their hunger, their longing for attention is what motivates them. They've set their standards so high, that they cannot even reach it for themselves. They don't understand what being a nobody is like. I've heard the same sob story from one guy to the next... "I've started from the bottom. I've put my blood, sweat, and tears into this industry. I've worked my ass off for this opportunity of a life time." And what happens when that opportunity is yanked from your grasp? There's only convenience in this environment. It's the status quo of both Omega Wrestling Alliance and Strong Style Wrestling alike. There's no difference between the two. And that's why I crave the position in this match more than the result of itself, because the results of my actions have been foreseen for two long years. I smile at the fact that I'm gifted with knowing the continence of such a match. Every little detail matters---from the entry, to the positioning, to the pacing of your own energy. You have to know how to work around your own flaws, while exposing that of your enemy's.

¤Baba Yaga stands up from his chair, finding a nearby mirror to stare at himself in. He holds John Doe up to the mirror, shifting his voice into another tone, in attempts to mimic the vocalization of John Doe.¤

"The world is your enemy... they just don't know it yet."

¤He lowers the cat, taking a few seconds to gaze upon the reflection he sees, before returning back to the chair he sat upon.¤

I don't know what's true or not anymore. It's very difficult seeing the difference between fact and fiction. The world is meant to skewer how you go about your daily life. It's no difference from a man using fear tactics. And that's not farfetched from what a lot of the participants will use, am I wrong? I'll hear twenty-nine other voices, give or take, attempting to induce fear into one another. Their greatest debacle is the words that they share with one another. They've been caught in a twister of lies. It's commonly known that the average person will add another inch to their height to make them seem taller. Just like it's very believable for a man or woman to convince the feeble minded that they stand a chance. Not only in this match, but their career as a whole. I can see a lot of disappointment when you're tossed over the rope. The chance at a main event for either coveted World Championships at that very moment is stripped away. And it doesn't take much skill to do it. You just have to be at the right place at the right time. You turn your back for just a split second AND BAM! You're gone, you're out, better luck next time, kid. You just blew your chance at "an opportunity of a lifetime"... or have they? It's blatantly clear that this feat is huge among this community. You have to be really ambitious to wage war with the hounds of hell. I think I've grown accustomed to witnessing all the heinous acts performed. I revel in the facts that friends become foes, foes become vicious, and then at the end of the night, who can you really trust? It's everyone for themselves. I grew up on that fact. I wasn't extended a hand until the fateful night John Doe blessed me with his teachings. And even then, it was more about self-learning opposed to guidance. It was a teaching under surveillance. John Doe wanted to see how far I would go in order to earn the position of his student. I endured every little thing that he threw at me. I walked into that dojo as a nobody and yet here I am---still a nobody, but with purpose.

¤Once again, he stands. Nodding his head while looking at John Doe. He gently places the plushy down in the chair, while then giving his entire focus to the camera.¤

I'm not idiotic, I'm not waving away the chance of victory just like that. I'd love to achieve great things. I'm not here to play the game like they want you to play it though. I've skipped past the tutorial and have chosen my own fate. I don't follow the pages of someone else's story, no. I write my own. I've lived a life of constantly taking losses, but that's in the past. The past only strengthens the future you. I almost caved, I almost gave up. I didn't see the future, until it was shown to me. I don't foresee a future where the standard stays the standard. I want to offer the same thing John Doe offered, change. And just like him, I'll do whatever it takes to present that change to both Omega Wrestling Alliance and Strong Style Wrestling. And it all begins with Clash of the Titans. While considered a major step in the career of other's, it's a minor step in my grand scheme. I know what I want and I know how to get it. It's the slow waiting game I have to play in order to get there. It'll take time, but the endgame is what's truly worth waiting for. Clash of the Titans? That's only the beginning, I have a greater horizon ahead. I no longer play the side gig at any event, but I don't exactly need the spotlight on me. In return, winning this event will open the eyes of the masses. It will provide the all the same opportunity I was given... be someone and do nothing. Or be nobody and do everything.

¤With one last smile, Baba Yaga lifts John Doe back into his grasp, making the cat's arm wave to the camera, before stepping outside of the view.¤

Re: OWA Promos January 23rd 2020, 7:09 pm by **Emmanuelle**

Double Gold Dream

Volume #1

Those Who Stand In The Way…

[The video begins with April Song sitting in an empty, dimly lit room, a wooden desk in front of her with the OWA Goddesses Championship displayed at the front...and an empty rack right next to it labeled “OWA Women’s World Championship.]

Some of you are probably wondering what changed. “April, weren’t you content just being Goddesses Champion? Why are you entering into the Clash of the Titans?” It wasn’t long ago after I won this belt that I vowed to defend it, that it wouldn’t collect dust. I’m already growing impatient. No worthy challengers have stepped forward. I put emphasis on worthy because the only one who seems to have shown any interest in this title is Llorena. And what did she do after coming out to the ring to call me out? She lost, immediately making her claim look absolutely worthless in my eyes.

I feel like I’ve let down Odyssey, OWA, myself, for not immediately pressing for a title defense. I’ve had matches since then, of course. But why did I win the title and be relegated to the backburner a bit? This feels far too much like that other place for me. When I won a title of similar prestige in another place a couple of years ago, they put me on commentary with Aria for a month. When I won the LAW Specialists Championship, there were not many championships that shined brighter. Simply put, I want to get back to that. But why should I settle? If OWA will not give me the match for the Openweight Championship that I made very clear I wanted by going to Olympus and beating up a couple of the men there, if they won’t give me challengers for my title...why should I just sit around and wait?

So I won’t wait any longer.

Not only am I going into this match with the intent to win, I’ll also keep an eye for would-be challengers. I’m unique among the competitors entering either Clash. On the men’s side, you have numerous champions entering the fray. But on Odyssey, with all the women, I’m the only champion involved here. I will surely have one of the biggest targets on my back. Everyone will probably be keying in on me, if not out of animosity or a need to make a statement at my expense...fear that I can end their dreams in an instant. I wouldn’t have entered if I was afraid of this. In fact, I welcome it.

Also, I still mean every fucking word I said about Natalie Cage and that title being worthless after she retained it the way she did against Diantha. But..the more I think about it, how wonderful would it be for her to finally get her comeuppance at Final Destination II, Champion vs Champion? Or how interesting would it be for me to face Dulce Torres for all the marbles? And, this is one I would absolutely LOVE: Eris finally gets off her Giant ass and uses her Athena’s Cup rights...and I get the Champion vs Champion match I REAAAAALLLLLLY want.

So, now we all know why I’m entering this match, what I hope to gain, and what the endgame for me will be. However, there is still one minor detail that I’ve noticed. Let’s count off everyone, hmm?

Eris

Nyx

Artemis

Sweet Roxy

Jonetta Stone

DiVa

Diantha Moreau

Llorona

April Song

Christie Sky

Miho Li

Alyssa Grace

Roni Ozborn

If my math is correct, and it usually is, that’s thirteen names. From what I understand, fifteen women are announced to participate in this affair. I’ll worry about the two unknowns a little later, for now let’s just get something out of the way with the enemies I do know:

Dollhouse, oh Dollhouse. What’s happened to you? What happened to the mighty Undisputed Tag Team Champions of OWA? The “Women’s Tag Team Champions”? It seems like your stranglehold on events here in OWA has loosened considerably and I haven’t even had to lift a damn finger to do any damage. You lose your tag titles to Zaibatsu, then Diantha nearly decapitates Jonetta during your little “Welcome Home” match last week. Life is really hard for you all now that you’re back in the slums, isn’t it? I think it's needless to say that the landscape has changed on Odyssey and not to the benefit of any of you three. DiVa, I hope that you remember my name, because I definitely remember yours, dear. Look, I know the whole tag team thing has been your thing so just do me a favor and throw yourself over if you cross my path, please? I wouldn’t want to be seen wasting energy on you. Jonetta? How’s your neck and back after Antoinette’s Revenge? I do hope you’re in proper condition for this battle royale, because sweetheart, you’ve had it coming from me for a long time. I don’t like the way you walk, I don’t like the way you talk, I don’t like the fact that you hunt down defenseless animals for sport, and I fucking hate your fashion sense. Not that I think you’re devoid of talent, of all the Dollhouse girls I think you’ve got the most skill...but you’re too busy laughing like a fucking video game character to actually do anything of your own merit. I look forward to seeing you and seeing if you live up to my lofty expectations. And Roxy...you disgusting little twerp. You are of the three members of the Dollhouse the most accomplished. But you seem of all of them the most in dire need of a swift kick in the ass. And I’m the one that’s going to give it to you. When I’m done bending you into a human pretzel and tossing you into the third row, you can go home and sell all the bath water and stupid fitness tapes you please. The three of you will probably think your numbers will give you strength, give you an advantage over me. Maybe I’ve missed something, but the three of you seem to make more enemies by the second. I mean, I hate all of you on principle alone and each and every other person in this battle royal would probably love to see the three of you go away and stay away. So...I’m not worried about any of those tactics from you. Plus, I have a Lioness watching my back. You three? Lightwork for her.

The Void. There are three of you...and I’ve beaten two of you. Artemis and Nyx, you were both bigger, stronger, and at times even faster than me. But neither of you are tougher or smarter than me. I’ve proven that. Eris...you’re the one I haven’t beaten yet. You’re the one I want very much to get in the ring with one more time so I can prove that a “scrawny little bitch” like myself can compete with you and beat you. Honestly, this is going to be an even bigger chore than pinning any of you. You’re all big, strong, ferocious women. I don’t look forward to standing across from any of you because I know that either of you could easily pick me up and toss me out like throwing out a bag of garbage. Knowing that, I would suggest that you don’t expect me to cower in fear or back down from any of you. If I’ve spent the better part of the last three months begging for a match with The Derelict, I certainly have no fear of any of you.

Roni. You still are struggling with it. You have all the talent, but you’re holding back the swagger. I see it every time you grab a mic, every time you have a match. It feels like you have this perception of who you should be and the wrestler you think you should be...and in my opinion that stops you from being the wrestler that you can be. I know you’re not looking too forward to seeing me, but you of all the entrants into this match have testimony to give all the other entrants. You know firsthand that if I have a goal, if I have a drive and determination to do something, it gets done. This title in front of me, it was yours. And I took it from you. Clash of the Titans, it will go no differently. There was luck involved last time, I’ll freely admit that. This time, there won’t be any luck. I will lay waste to you just like any of the others. I will batter you until even you have no energy or desire to fight me anymore...and over the ropes you’ll tumble, down to the floor...down to the reality that I’ve created for you to live in. And there is nothing. That you. Can do. To stop it. You may have the determination to win this, but I have the experience, the hunger, and the outright ruthlessness to render all the heart that you have useless. You better bring something else to the fight or you’re going to watch another opportunity pass you by. I know from experience, sweetheart, that these chances don’t grow on trees in this sport.

Christie, you seem hyped up to be back. That’s great. You know what else is great? The chances that I eliminate you. I’ve seen so many like you before. Women who talk and talk and talk and talk and talk...produce a hype video...talk and talk and talk and talk. And do absolutely nothing when push comes to shove. Ever since you somehow got to the finals of Athena’s Cup, you’ve been a bit of a mystery. You’ve been here, you’ve been fucking off doing whatever. That won’t fly in my world.

There’s a trio of new girls that I don’t know much about, except for the one who had the nerve to interrupt me while I was talking. I want you all to know that this match that you’re about to enter, it’s not just any match. You have a chance to make a name for yourselves. Don’t be afraid to reach out for your dreams...but do be afraid that someone like me that has a lot of boredom, pent-up rage and a goal in mind. I don’t know any of you and I don’t care about any of you, that’s what the headline reads. And while I won’t go out of my way to hurt any of you or embarass you, if any of you get cute and try to build a name at my expense? Lets just say that your stays in OWA will be short and not sweet. I do want to mention Miho Li though. You’re not that bad and I know from experience that a rough start will have you thinking “Maybe I don’t have what it takes…” I lost several times in OWA, guest appearances, a surprise challenge for the OWA Women’s World title against Goto. I lost on Odyssey. I was bounced from the Athena’s Cup tournament in the first round. Sure, it was to the eventual winner, but do you think that made me feel any better about it? Although I’m not in the mood to be friendly or hear your life story, I just want you to know that I understand. When I throw you out to the floor and end your shift and show you how little I give a shit about your problems, I do want you to know I understand.

Diantha. You already know how I feel about you. We’re partners, we’re friends. But on this night, you get no special treatment. Sure, if the Dollhouse or the Void or someone else tries to gang up on you, I’ll be the first one in your corner to pull you out of the fire. Yes, you’re the person I’ve been hardest on when I talk because I think you should be a lot better off than you are. Your quest for redemption is going to have to wait, unfortunately. No one more than me wants to see you get back at people like Viola and Natalie and get yourself to the top of the mountain. That said, I want to stand in history as the first person to hold the OWA Goddesses and OWA Women’s Championships simultaneously. Our roads have put us on a collision course and if you’re standing in my way at the end? I will fucking go through you just like anyone else. When you’re off in your solitude and getting your mind right for this match, I strongly suggest that you have it in mind to go full force when you see me as an enemy. I’m already at that point.

As I said a little while ago, there are thirteen announced entrants into this battle royal. We know who all but two of the fifteen are. I have my suspicions of who those last two are. I think that one of those spots may be used to cushion a fall for a potential soon-to-be former World Champion? Or maybe that in that little slapfight that is on the undercard, one or both of them may worm their way in and try to take my spot. Perhaps its some long lost legend or upstart from Gamma Pro or Strong Style Wrestling? Maybe even one of my LAW mates?

Whoever you are, I want you to know one thing: If you get the notion to get in my way, to fuck with me….

Don’t.

I hope that all of you understand that this is no fucking game to me. This isn’t a time for cute jokes and one liners. If I can’t ask nicely for title matches and worthy competition, I’m going to demand it by throwing each and every one of you out of the ring and prove that the only person worthy to depose the unworthy champion we have now is another champion. I don’t have another year to wait for a World Title match, girls. The days of the demure, reserved April Song that some of you thought you knew are a distant memory. The days of the Beautiful Bout Machine absolutely tearing down the Odyssey establishment and rebuilding it in my image are upon us.

Fourteen of you will try to stand in my way.

On my mother and father’s souls, every last one of you will fall by the wayside and I will be on my way to Final Destination II, STILL the Goddesses Champion and soon to be undisputed champion of all Odyssey.

Clash of the Titans Promo 1: "I Really Do Hate These Type of Matches (Start with One)"

(The scene opens in front of an elevator open and we see The HellFighter get off and walk down the a long hallway until he gets to the last door at the end on the right. He opens the door with the keycard and enters in looking around until he sees his protégé "The Invincible" Miho Li standing quietly on the balcony looking out at the city of San Antonio, Texas below pondering in deep contemplation going through a wave of overflowing emotions swimming in her head before she takes part in her big OWA pay-per-view debut at Clash of the Titans when she set foot in the big battle royal event against twelve other female athletes all vying for the same prize as she is.)

HellFighter: "Hey Miho, you okay?"

Miho Li: "Yeah, I'm okay, just a on my mind right now."

HellFighter: "Come on, spill it, talk to me lil one."

Miho Li: "Here I am in OWA, and as of right now I am 0-2, having gone up against the very best that the OWA has ever booked against me, and then I have hit a full circled scenario where I have been booked into a big battle royale match in my pay-per-view debut match at Clash of the Titans when I prepare to take on thirteen-fourteen other girls all vying for the same thing as I am. I was in this same type of situation one year ago where not only did I not win, but I was the first one eliminated and I was so certain that I could win it all. I was eliminated before my entrance music had a chance to cut out, and now one year later here I am again and I am wondering will it be the same as before. Coach, have I ever said to you that I really hate these kind of matches?"

(HellFighter leads Miho to sit down on chair on the balcony and then sits down on another chair next to here empathetically trying to console and coach his prized student.)

HellFighter: "Oh lil one, I get it, I really do. If it is any consolation I know exactly what you are feeling for you now and I this is what I say that unto you. I really hate these kind of matches too, more than you will ever know."

Miho Li: "You do?"

HellFighter: "Oh yeah, everybody is against everyone, you can't trust a single a soul in these type of matches knowing that at any given moment that they will turn on you at a drop of a hat and toss you over that top rope. It's you against the entire world, and it sucks. It can change you in so many ways and when it is all said and done you have only yourself to blame, oh yeah I hate these kind of matches too."

Miho Li: "How did you ever work through the mindset of getting through a match such as this?"

HellFighter: "Honestly, you never do, the only thing that you can do is go out and do the very best that you can. These kind of matches are simply one big luck fest. It is all about being in the right place at the right time for that right moment. It is all about luck of the draw and there are times where you are so prone to all kinds of injuries where anything and everything can go wrong in the match."

Miho Li: "What advice could you, would you say to me about being in a match such as this?"

HellFighter: "Other than don't trust anyone?"

Miho Li: "Yeah?"

HellFighter: "Easy, don't walk into the Clash of the Titans match absolutely trying to win the entire match because that is what everybody is trying to do and it easily sets you up for the biggest fall. Instead go in with a winner's mindset but don't go in trying to win the entire thing right off the bat. Instead just set yourself an immediate goal and then work to achieve that goal. Start with one person in that match and go after them like your life depended on it. Know your place in the ring at all times. Your best friend in that match is the center of the ring. Anywhere else within that ring nearest to the ropes puts you in a no man's land. I know that you like to go for the top rope or use the ropes as a spring board but any place longer than you need to be puts you at risk for being eliminated from the match."

Miho Li: "I feel a Kansas City Chiefs metaphor coming on coach."

HellFighter: "Oh I was getting to that one. Don't try to win it all but instead focus and take everything from a Chiefs point of view. One game, one match, one elimination, one win at a time. Set out and start out to eliminate that one person and go after them with everything you have within you. Keep your head on your shoulders and remain sharp and before you know it you will be in a position where you are winner of the match."

Miho Li: "And so whom would I target first?"

HellFighter: "Go back to the beginning, go back to the very first match, the very first loss that you ever had in OWA on Odyssey, and go after La Llorona, start with her and unload everything you have on her. Show her and everyone in that entire arena and everybody watching around the world that even though she beat you, that she is not better than you. Attack with everything you've got but don't take the other eleven girls in that match for lightly because if they see the blood in the water they will converge on the both of you and take you both out. It is all about finding your spot and pearling together the hand of fate trying to tell Him that you do in fact deserve to be the winner of this match, but whether you somehow manage to eliminate Llorona or someone else isn't the point, you just need to eliminate just one person until you're the only one left standing."

Miho Li: "What other advice would you give me coach?"

HellFighter: "That's pretty much about it. Start with one and focus on eliminating that one, the center of the ring is your best friend Lil Miho, don't stay too long near the ropes or turnbuckle. Anywhere get you tossed out."

Miho Li: "I wish that Dulce Torres was in this match with me so that I had both of my losses in this match that I could take out as well."

HellFighter: "But she's not and you got to accept that, but I have the feeling that the OWA or Dulce Torres will ever forget the time that the Deadly Lil Miho crossed her path and even though she is in a huge match opportunity when she goes up against the Natalie Cage for the OWA World Women's Championship, but regardless she will never forget somewhere in the back of her mind that the lil eighteen year old girl from Riverside, California nearly almost had the upset over the number one contender and I believe that you will see that woman real soon. Oh my goodness how you made my heart skip a beat. Everything slowed down in slow motion, I wanted so bad to throw in the towel had you not tapped out. I know that your pride wouldn't had allowed you to tap out but there are times where you need to learn that sometimes the better strategy is to quit now and fight another day, but the fact that you passed out was a blessing in disguise, but still you risked possibly injury but not tapping out. There is no shame in tapping out. You have to be smarter than that lil Miho."

Miho Li: "Yeah, but tapping out is not me, and it never will be."

HellFighter: "Pride comes before the fall Miho, know your limits or whenever you are in an unattainable situation where you can't win, but also know that even though I will never cheat for you know that I do without a doubt will always have your back. I know that you don't need to cheat, and I don't need to cheat for you but I will help in any way that is honorable and coincides with the rules of the match. I have won some matches, some big matches, but I have also lost a hell of a lot more, but in spite of all that I know how to play the game and rulebook cover to cover. I'm here should you need me. I will always have your back Miho. From every loss, to every single win, I will always have your back."

Miho Li: "Thanks coach." '

HellFighter: "Anytime Miho, anytime."

(HellFighter stands up to his feet, changing the subject and the tone of the conversation.)

HellFighter: "Now enough of all this touchy, feely, hugging, and sharing crap. We have a match to get ready for. We have a clash with titans to take down, and we don't wanna be late."

Miho Li: "I see what you did there coach, good one."

HellFighter: "I know, now let's get to work, we've got a lot to do and be ready for."

(As Miho and HellFighter exit the hotel room and prepare to leave to prepare for their match at OWA Clash of the Titans match, the scene slowly fades out.)

Re: OWA Promos January 23rd 2020, 4:32 pm by **Holden Tudics**

Clash of the Titans Promo 1: Measuring Titans In Metric

(The camera opens on The Derelict sitting on the ground inside of the bend of an open car door with the radio playing 2000's disco punk at a respectable volume as he stares at his OWA Openweight Championship dangling from the shotgun seat, pinned between the adjustable headrest and seat back.)

"Said it all before
They try to kick it, their feet fall asleep
Get no harm done, no
None of them want to fight me"

Derelict: I'm a bit confused right now about quite a few things. Thing one; almost every major champion has a title defense at Clash of Titans except me. Why is that? Is OWA afraid to put one man in the ring with me under my rules? have belly achers like Gareth Cason and Carlos Rosso made enough noise about me not being a 'real wrestler'? Why isn't my Openweight Championship being defended at this big payday event when everyone around me seems hungry for clout, a big check, and a chunk of metal around their waist? It's almost like they're the ones pretending to be something they're not. I make my intentions clear, and yet I'm called cryptic for being honest. I guess wrestlers just aren't used to hearing truth so bluntly put. It's like a foreign language to them. I love the Openweight Championship stipulation. I'm not here to win respect from anyone or amass a group of peers to pat me on the back for locking on a top wrist lock properly. I've made my motives transparent. I want to hurt people. I've made it known that I don't give a damn about a pay window or a piece of leather. I put this belt through hell just to show how little I care about it. I didn't expect OWA to follow suit and neglect my vision though.

"Combat baby
Come back, baby
Fight off the lethargy
Don't go quietly
Combat baby
You said you would never give up easy
Combat baby, come back."

Derelict: Now I'm stuck in a battle royal for a prize I don't want against a field of competitors that consists mostly of people I've already beaten in tournaments, title defenses, or elsewhere...also, Kyle. And are we not going to talk about the fact that Jesus Christ is in this thing? Or at least it's a delusional a man who believes himself to be the lord and savior of the masses that's showing up in this thing. Speaking of, Layne Kurobane is also on this list of entrants. I'm sure he plans to win it all and finally make a name for himself. Yeah, I've heard that one before. It wasn't funny the first time and the punchline's getting old. Hey Layne, I still have my title. What happened man? Did you finally come to your senses and walk away? That sounds about right for a guy who aspires to be the next Jake Keeton.

"Get back in town
I wanna paint it black
I wanna get around
Easy living crowd, so flat"

Derelict: I also see a lot of fresh meat, and a lot of names I've heard before in passing. Jahseh Jett, Alex Iscariot, Nobi, Moongoose McQueen, Scott Oasis. People say these names a lot, even before the men attached to them showed up, but that's all I know them as; They're just names I've heard. I can't say I've heard them in a positive or negative light, just in passing. Is that who they are? Just a few names passing through? It wouldn't surprise me. They might think they're more than that. They might have dreams, legacies, or some fun loving, crowd pleasing, history making agenda. Fair warning: if I'm going to be in this thing I'm going to have fun breaking a lot of hearts, minds, and bodies. I'd say consider your plans as good as out the window, but maybe it'd be more apt to say they're 'over the top rope'. It's a pity because just by the event flyer alone I can tell that some of them still look young. They have that glint of self-confidence in their eyes, flawless skin without any permanent scars, blood vessels beneath the surface of their epidermis just begging to be busted and bled beneath the skin where the blood has to fade naturally instead of being washed away in an instant. I'll kill that twinkle, that fire of innovation and youth that burns bright in them now. I'll do to them what a decade in this industry does to others, but within the span of a singular match. That goes for the Jeff X's, Reginald Dampshaw's, I don't give a shit which generation, and Finnegan Wakefield'ss of the world too. You'll come into this Clash of the Titans boys and leave men. The state of those men all depends on how good you are at eating a punch and getting right back up. I've tested a glass jaw or two in that list, and I can say with zero bias that your outlooks within this match are grim.

"I want to be wrong
But no one here wants to fight me like you do.
Do-do-do
Do-do -do.

I try to be so nice
Compromise
Who gets it good?"

Derelict: And then there are the names that excite me in this battle. I've heard of you as well, Baba Yaga, but your name does come with a reputation of infamy. You've got quite the household brand going as a boogeyman, someone who projects the failures of mankind back at itself with a perverse and distorted reflection of itself. Naturally, I can relate. However I'm not some chemically imbalanced child throwing a tantrum that can be easily manipulated by the promise of a gold star sticker at the end of the day if I stay on my best behavior. You could be quite the formidable pet if you had the right handler at the other end of your leash. I think I could housebreak you well, but that's not what this match is all about. Still, I do look forward to clashing with you and seeing exactly what the fuss is all about. If it's any comfort, I don't see you as a boogeyman like all the others do. You're just another broken soul trying to find his way. I'll show you. I'll help you. Nate Cage, you and I have battled to the brink of death before and came out the other end with a healthy appetite for more of each other's blood. I'm glad we're finally getting a second taste. Don't let the trappings of homelessness fool you though; I'm quite the glutton. Maverick? You're quite the little scamp, aren't you? I wish your motivations were a bit more focused on desecrating the dead and stabbing friends in the back than they are with fame and women. I do appreciate your sociopathic tendencies, although I wish the egomaniacal side of your flawed personality would allow me a decent fight. I wouldn't mind punching you in the face a few times without you running away, but you're simply not cut from that cloth. You have a strong predisposition to self-preservation that just makes you that kid with all the cool toys that doesn't let friends come over to play. No matter. I'll help motivate you. Whether I awaken the potential monster within or drive you to a self-elimination remains to be seen, but I will help either way. I'll probably get a better fight out of the other Maverick in this match. While I hate Kevin's drive to aggrandize his reputation with the people he so selfishly fights for, the kid packs a hit. I'll give him that. So does Carlos Rosso, but I've put him down before too. Then there's the real monster in this match; Kyle! *whistles* don't get me started on that madman. He may very well be the purest and heaviest striker in the biz right now. I've ragged on people for living with their heads in the kush cloud before, but I don't blame this guy for doing it. If I dropped as many people on their head and neck as this fucking legend I'd probably want to get so stoned that I forgot about it too. On the other hand, he weighs about as much as my left shoe, so I'll probably just huck him out before he gives himself another reason to smoke to forget. Whose left to worry about? Aria Jaxon? a woman who made a career out of overcoming the insurmountable. In all seriousness, she may be my biggest threat here. I've never faced her, she's the only person to win this match before, and she's probably the one person that's in this match that isn't intimidated by me. You've seen it all before, haven't you Aria? You're fearless because as of now nothing has touched you. That isn't to say you haven't ran into your fair share of loss and tragedy. After all, former champions are past tense for a reason. That's not exactly what I'm talking about though. So far you've been in there with professionals who want to test themselves against you, or test you and see if you're ready to carry the torch of the future. I'm neither of those things. I just want to hurt you, and I'm willing to let you hurt yourself while you're recklessly throwing your body into me in a feeble attempt to eliminate me. I'm not interested in your gold. I'm not interested in being the guy who beat Aria Jaxon straight up, or the name that goes down in the history books as the first to throw you out of Clash of the Titans. I just want to take you out of this dream that you live in and show you the meaning of being wide awake and suffering. I don't mind being a weapon of karma. Despite Western interpretation, karma isn't an instrument of punishment. It's a checks and balance system that brings you your comeuppance. You've gotten a lot of good out of this world Aria Jaxon. Now it's time that I give you a taste of some of the bad so that you can appreciate your standard of living a little more."

"Combat baby.
Come back, baby
Combat baby, come back
Bye, bye, bye, bye bye..."

Derelict: As for the names I might've missed? It's only because you haven't grabbed my attention yet. Consider yourselves lucky as of now, but I promise you that this moment of respite will be short. See, your names don't matter to me at all. I don't care where you've come from, who you've beaten, or what you've seen. All I care about is where you're going, and that's out of my ring and back into the shadows of obscurity from whence you came. Any one of the people in this match whose met me in the ring can tell you that I could sit here on the dirt floor of this junkyard and yammer endlessly just to get into your heads, but I'm not sure if you're all worth that sort of attention or not. I know no threats among you, therefore I see no opposition. I don't really care what this victory might get me either, unless it's a chance to throw that hunk of junk title of mine back into a ring to defend it. Somehow I doubt that will be the prize. No matter, there's plenty of gratification in inflicting heinous acts of violence upon others for me to get something out of this match. I can't even say I have any qualms with being thrown out, so long as I take a few bodies along with me for the ride down. This is consciously a kamikaze mission that I plan on carrying out to it's fullest potency. All that's left to figure out is how many ships I'll be able to blow out of the water before triggering self-destruct.

(The Derelict stands up just as a giant crane magnet descends from the sky and attracts the car's hardtop. Derelict stands back and watches as the junked vehicle still containing his OWA Openweight Championship is lowered into an industrial car crusher. He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders without lifting his arms as the car is fed into the spinning gears hood first as the radio starts to wind down in speed.)

"How I miss your ranting
Doooo youuuuuu misssssh my aaaaalllll tiiiiime loooooooooow?"

(As the car's bumper is slurped up like spaghetti, a compact cube shoots out of the side of the crusher. Derelict approaches and stares down at it with his head tilted in perverse intrigue. He gently kicks at the twisted metal and broken glass, then sweeps the debris away with his big booted foot to reveal the scuffed and bent remains of the OWA Openweight Championship shining dully from within the center of the cube. Derelict reaches down into the shrapnel and yanks the title loose with little trouble, slings the tattered leather over his shoulder, and walks off whistling to himself.)

Re: OWA Promos January 22nd 2020, 11:19 pm by **Dulce Torres**

The contract signing on the latest Odyssey was not how I envisioned my home state arrival to end up becoming. Going into the contract signing, I felt on top of the world. I felt confident going into my championship match against Natalie Cage, but in Natalie Cage fashion, she swept the rug underneath my feet and needed to exert her dominance where she felt necessary. The last Odyssey ended with Natalie’s boot pressed against my chest as she elevated the OWA Women’s World Championship. It ended with people wondering if this was “foreshadowing,” what we can expect at Clash of the Titians. Will Dulce Torres fall like the women before her? Will Dulce crumble to pieces like Azumi Goto, Stephanie Matsuda, Jessica Rose, Diantha Moreau? Or...will Dulce do the one thing that women have tried for about a year to do and that’s dethroning Natalie Cage and end her reign of terror? Plenty of women have stated that they would be the ones to dethrone Natalie. They will be the one to do the one thing that not many women on this brand have over Natalie and that’s a victory over her. Who has a victory over Natalie Cage? Dulce Torres? Who has a victory over Dulce Torres? Natalie Cage. At Clash, we are supposed to be having the so-called “rubber match” and it feels quite exciting because, for the first time, Natalie can state that she’s going up against a woman, who opposes as a threat to her. A woman, who has some business with her and that should excite Natalie. Not because of our little history, but the idea that she’s going up against a woman, who is going to need to make her dig deep in her bag of tricks and pull out things that we haven’t seen her do in this very company. That’s exciting to me. That’s something that’s making me train and put more hours in the gym than before. Not many opponents have been able to make me go to those measures, but Natalie Cage is different. Natalie Cage is not like any other Alpha that I’ve faced in my wrestling career as a whole.

I made it clear during the contract signing. I’m not going to sit here and say that Natalie Cage isn’t good or Natalie Cage shouldn’t be champion. Natalie Cage is an amazing wrestler. She may not make the most popular moves when competing in her championship matches, but she values in making sure in keeping that championship around her waist than how the execution of her victories looks to the eyes of the public. As long as Natalie Cage is champion, that’s all that matters. That’s never been me. As a woman who nearly had to build herself from the ground up and held the Goddesses Championship on two occasions with as much honor and respect as possible, I don’t condone her actions. It doesn’t scream champion-like to me. From the time that we were both champions at the same time, you had two very different champions carrying their respective divisions with an iron fist. The fans and all the Alphas in the back saw the best example of how to be a champion in Dulce Torres and in Natalie’s case, the worst example. I prided myself on being the champion that the Odyssey brand could be proud of. I wanted to be an example of how a champion in this company should want to carry themselves, but...there were people like Natalie Cage, who wanted to look at my championship as “secondary” and “inferior” to the OWA Women’s World Championship. What do I say to comments like that? The wrestler makes the championship. The championship doesn’t make the wrestler. I did everything in my power to make the Goddesses Championship be seen as an equal to the OWA Women’s Championship. From the work that I did with the title on two occasions, that’s up to the interpretation of everyone, but I believe that I did a fantastic job and no one’s contradicting opinions are going to tell me any other way. By taking the Women’s World Championship away from Natalie, I embark on a new journey to make sure that we get a champion, who elevates the championship to the next level. A woman who doesn’t need to result to dirty tricks or pump themselves out to be the best thing since sliced bread. A woman who remains true to herself and didn’t need to reinvent herself to gain people’s attention. A woman who is the proper example of hard work paying off.

Meanwhile, Natalie is just praying that she’s able to make it out of Clash of the Titians with her championship still in her disposal. Her attacking me during our contract signing? She can say that it’s to make a statement, but I think there’s a bigger reason in the entire thing. I think Natalie is afraid. She knows that her time as the championship is ticking. Natalie said so herself, “Dulce Torres is the only woman who can get the job done at this point.” Perhaps, I interpreted that quote incorrectly. Natalie could state that I’m the only woman on this brand that can scratch her itch for a battle that she is going to give a damn about. Even the champion herself can admit that there’s no other woman on Odyssey that has been able to push her to her best. It must be why Natalie calls me her “favorite.” Okay, probably not the reason, but I can be woman enough to admit that there’s no one who has been able to push me to deliver my best than Natalie. Each time that we have faced each other, we continue to raise the bar and put on performances that make some of these matches question on how they’re going to surpass that match. I expect the same thing at Clash of the Titians. With the stakes as higher than before, I’m expecting a show-stealing performance. I want people to look at us and awe at the spectacle that they have with both of us in the ring. Yes, I pride myself on my wrestling matches, but I also pride myself on giving these fans the story that they deserve. In this case, they deserve this little “fairytale ending” with me raising that OWA Women’s World Championship above my head. They deserve for me to dethrone Natalie and her year-long reign and usher in a new era with me on top of the brand. Yes, I love a good story to be told. I love fairytales and always envisioned myself to have a fairytale-ish moment that can only be seen in those stories that my mom used to read to me before bed every night. It seems like I’m putting so much hope in myself that I’ll be the one to beat Natalie Cage. There have been women in my position who believed the same thing I believed and they ended up with their heartbroken. That’s one of the most fearful things with me. I’m afraid of putting everything out there and not get my ideal result. I’m afraid of disappointing all of those who have supported me at this stage of my career. I’m afraid of disappointing my family in El Paso. Most of all, I’m afraid of disappointing myself. People have added that pressure onto me and stated if that “Dulce can’t beat Natalie, no one can.” The scariest part of that statement is, it’s true. If I’m not able to accomplish that goal, who will be able too? In my heart, I believe I’m the one to defeat Natalie Cage. This scenario is what’s supposed to happen and there’s no turning back from it.

I have people that believe that Natalie is unbeatable at this point. Natalie has been through members of the roster. They see me as nothing more than the next woman in line for her to slaughter and I don’t want to be a lamb for her to get slaughtered. I don’t want to be someone placed in her path and add a credible victory in her title reign. Dulce Torres is never another statistic. She’s never someone to be placed in anyone’s path to break apart. She is not going to be someone for Natalie to push over. Yes, my name means “sweet” in Spanish, but I am not as sweet as they come in the wrestling ring and Natalie, out of all people, should know that better than anyone else who has faced me in the ring. This third installation of this match isn’t going to be lollipops and rainbows. Natalie is going to do everything in her power to shift the match to the opposite direction. If that’s what she does, I’ll go along with the ride because I am never the one to back down from a challenge. I’ll meet her down the deepest parts of hell if I need too. Natalie claims that I have no idea what I am getting myself into. I’ve seen her past matches. I’ve seen how she takes down her opponents. That would scare anyone who is due to step in the ring against her. That would get into the minds of her opponents, but I’m not worried. I’m aware of what she’s capable of. I am aware that she is beyond different from the woman I faced in my first reign as Goddesses Champion, different from the woman I faced at the draft show earlier this season, but she needs to understand that I’m beyond different as well and we should be both going into this match, questioning how in the world are we going to keep the other down for the three count? What can we do to make the other submit or pass out? When it comes to Natalie, I’m curious to see what she pulls out of her bag of tricks. She may believe that she has me well-scouted and that whatever I bring to this match won’t be anything to worry about, but I can promise her that she’ll be getting a different side to Dulce Torres at Clash of the Titans.

With all of this talk about me being the one that’s going to end up broken-hearted, there’s not much talk about whether this will be the night, where Natalie Cage gets her wake-up call. I wonder if this will be the moment where she realizes that all that fame, fortune and spotlight is what caused her downfall. None of that matters going into the match. The only thing that matters is what happens inside that wrestling ring and what she is going to do when she throws everything at me and it’s not enough? What does Natalie plan to resort to after that? It’s going to be something that I want to figure out the answer to. I’m really looking forward to this match and to become the first woman to hold the Goddesses Championship and OWA Women’s World Champion.

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 11:59 pm by Guest

Moongoose 11:59 says:

- No, Jeff, You're breathtaking!

- Please Chris, can you like..... not come out with all that stupid make-up?

- Laugh Out Loud. Oh My God, I thought Carlos Rosso was dead.

- Lice Lice Baby, all right stop, collaborate and listen, I still ain't sorry about taking you out of commission. How he did it? You just gonna ask nicely. The way I did it was breaking into your home nightly. ..... but Legit, Hayden, lock your doors at night.

- Hey, Nate Cage, Tell Me.... Do you bleed? Or is that also part of your bullshit superpowers. #KennyDrakonite #McQueenVsCage #YouMerelyAdoptedTheAnimePowers #IWasBornInIt.Molded ByIt

- Aria and Arata.... you both get a marshmallow and will not have to walk down the dock of shame. We gonna win this shit! #HoesMad #SupportWomen

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 11:59 pm by **"The Golden Voice"**

Smoke Em If You Got Em

[After Carlos and Keelan’s victory over the Dollhouse, Carlos and Mao have managed to get a private lounge to themselves, blasting music as the two are laid up on couches, casually smoking cigars while talking. Carlos has his newly won OWA Openweight Tag Team Championship draped over his shoulder, even wearing the pink headband that strangely enough helped the pair win their title.]

Carlos: Mao. We been doing this wrestling shit as a team for what, almost eight years now, right?

Mao: (VERY slowly taking a drag of her own cigar before responding) Yeah.

Carlos: (takes a drag of his own cigar) This has got to be one of the most satisfying wins we’ve had. We shut up those little girls, we won the gold, we saved our Zaibatsu and I didn’t retire.

Mao: Yep. You kinda owe that to Keelan. He helped you get motivated again.

Carlos: You’re right. Where the fuck is he anyway?

Mao: I don’t know. Probably getting wasted somewhere with the Wild Boys. You know they get a different level of wasted. This cigar is lovely, Cuban?

Carlos: Nope. Ordered em from a friend in Vegas that has some connections. These babies are strictly American.

Mao: Cool. You’re still thinking about retirement?

Carlos: Nah. At least got one more year left. Maybe two. Plus, we got our favorite kind of match coming up, don’t we?

Mao: Clash of the Titans?

Carlos: Clash of the Titans.

Mao: You’re not worried about Keelan entering it?

Carlos: Nope. I think he’ll find his own way to get a crack at the new champion. And ...if he succeeds, who’s to say that we can’t expand our little empire? There’s plenty enough gold to go around, ya feel me?

Mao: Yeah…..Carlos? Why the fuck are you wearing a pink headband?

Carlos: Keelan said it was something you came up with….

Mao: Nope. So...are we going to the game tomorrow?

Carlos: Nah. I’ll just watch with some of my homies down in the city. Tickets were hard for even me to come by. If they win, you know I’m gonna get drunk out of this world, right?

Mao: Yeah.

[The two spend the rest of their time in the locker room in silence, filling the room with cigar smoke as music blares so loud it can be heard through much of the lower bowels of Rupp Arena.]

Okay. I just want to let everybody know in advance that I got absolutely LOADED on Monday and didn’t know where the hell I was on Tuesday morning. I’m pretty sure I got some stripper pregnant and I think Odell Beckham stole my credit card. The King of Tag Team Wrestling, the greatest tag partner someone could have in OWA got to watch his beloved Fighting Tigers win a national championship in New Orleans. So, yes, I’m STILL trying to recover and yes I was very, very drunk. I mean between my boys winning, me and Keelan winning, the Pelicans winning, everybody was winning...we all ate down here, that’s what I gotta say.

But now, as I’m finally sober, it’s time to give you all the rundown on a match that is of great importance and significance. This week, on Kingdom, MASSIVE EIGHT MAN TAG main event featuring people who have made their intentions clear that they’re either gunning for the World Title held by Kenny Drake or that at the very minimum they’re entering the Clash of the Titans. We’re all thrown together on two teams that have nothing really in common and are told to go slug it out. I do want to assure my partners that despite all the difficulties we’ve had in the past, that’s all out the window this week. You all have a one week amnesty. Nate, it’s all good that you guys nearly killed me to ship me off to Olympus for a while. Jeff, no hard feelings about those scraps we had for the Spartans title. Hayden, you and I had a little scrap a while back, didn’t really lead to anything, but I’ve got no beef with you.

Honestly, I don’t even have any beef with our opponents either. They all just want the same shit we want. Everybody’s got their motivations, everybody’s all paranoid and angry and shit...but me? I’m good. I’ve got gold already. Me and Keelan, the MOST DEPENDABLE MAN IN THE WORLD, beat the Dollhouse like we said we would and now we get to elevate the tag team division because….if what we saw at Hardcore Haven or Hardcore Havoc or whatever the fuck it was called is any indication...that division needs a couple of thoroughbreds running it because man the Dollhouse couldn’t draw flies to shit with those straps, man.

But, look, let’s all get to the elephant in the room: Clash of the Titans. I don’t think it’s some big coincidence that we’re all booked together. We all know we’re gonna be in it most likely. Hell, you’ve got a winner, Aria Jaxon herself, in it. And me? I’ve had a little success in events like this before. Pasadena ring a bell for any of you? Or, if not that, how about this: in the first Clash, I made it all the way to the last four. And in battle royals the Clash is modeled closely after, here is my run of form, including the first Clash.

Last Four.

WINNER.

Last Six.

Last Eight.

In fact, I have more experience in matches like the Clash than most of my opponents combined. Why bring this up? I just want to let you all know that there is no reason to shortchange me because this is my kind of match, the match that I get hot and ready for...and the match that I’m pretty fucking dangerous in. I don’t enter the Clash for a good time...I enter the Clash for a LONG time.

Now, let’s get down to business.

Mongoose. It’s kinda funny to me that you have this “ceiling” on what I can do here in OWA because outside of winning some bullshit tournament or making it to the finals of it, what have you done here? What titles have you held? Are you two thirds of the way to a career triple crown in yet another wrestling organization like I am? No. Do you have the best manager in the world leading your merch hustle? No. Maybe you missed the tag team championship match, but this old dude wasn’t carried by Keelan. I more than pulled my weight, Moonie. I damn near decapitated DiVa with Two Southern Lariats and scored the pinfall. If you were talking about me like this before Keelan and I decided to form our team, you would have been right about me being without purpose, without vision, with a ceiling. But with gold around my waist again, a clear path to the main event of Final Destination in view and the chance to rebuild the Zaibatsu after Stephanie Matsuda damn near killed it hogging the spotlight for herself...I can say my purpose is quite clear. Does the term “Double Double Gold Dash” mean anything to you? Why should Keelan and I settle for being the best tag team in the world. He’s one of the best in the world and my Arm can bring even the strongest of enemies down. You of all people know what I’m capable of when I’m focused. But...this match, you, you’re on the schedule, but not a circled date. You’re just next up on the itinerary. There has never been and never will be anything special about you. You’re always going to be the underachieving nerd with the hot sister and weird friends that nobody wants to be seen around.

Arata. THE SELF MADE MAN! I’m pleased to know that somebody like you knows who I am and what I’m about in the ring. I’m also pleased to know that I’m on your “hit list” for lack of a better term. I know you were being respectful about it, but you think you can whip me, don’t ya? You really think that you’re ready to roll against me. I respect that, but I want you to know that just like where you come from vets like me don’t go down easy...if at all. I know all about you and your style, and I also know that if I have to, I can bust out some maneuvers you wouldn’t think someone like me can do. I’m far from the kick-punch-brawl guy that some people have pegged me for...and I’m not just about strong style. I can submit you like an old-school shooter, I have been known to do Good Lucha Things every once in a while. And hell, I even had a good ole time bomb deathmatch with my current tag team partner. So, I hope you’ve watched all the Carlos Rosso tape you can find and I hope that you’re ready...because some things in life you just think you’re ready for but you’re really really not. Love the haircut though, my G. Keep that shit up, you look like a million bucks.

And Aria….shit...you've got the all blue thing going now and I can’t call you smurfette because that’s what I think April calls Cloud. Don’t wanna be known for gimmick infringement. But why are you all mad and shit, huh? I know you’ve been able to get some lucky breaks against me here and there. You got that little roll up last time when I wasn’t ready, you did that. I’ll tell you that you’re half right about what you said about me, ya little blueberry pop tart. You are right to assume that I don’t give a fuck about this match because...aside from winning and losing, I really don’t care about it. Winning and losing for momentum’s sake is all this is about and as I’ve shown with me and Keelan winning gold, I don’t need much momentum to make my presence felt. But, why so paranoid? Why would I attack you and others after the match just to be the last guy standing to look cool on TV. Is that really something that you think I would do, sweet girl? C’mon...you know me better than that.

What you’re wrong about is if you don’t think I’ve noticed how much you’ve grown. You’re an outstanding competitor and all that other nice bullshit. You’re one of the best in the world. But...I’m starting to wonder if losing your title is clouding your judgement a little bit. You and Goose especially seem so intent on pissing me off. What for? I’m just a Champion living a CHAMPIONSHIP LIFE. I have done nothing to either of you to merit...okay I did try to electrocute Moongoose once...but OTHER THAN THAT ...oh...I jumped you that time to soften you up for Stephanie….

OKAY, OTHER THAN THOSE TIMES, I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO EITHER OF YOU.

And Havoc or Christopher or whatever the hell you’re called, just stay away from me you damn lunatic. I’m trying to chill and take it easy this week and I’m in no mood for a war with a nutcase like yourself. Just go do your ranting in the corner and let Carlos Rosso do Carlos Rosso things. But...BUUUUT...If you want to step up and try your luck again, I haven’t forgotten the last time we tangled up. You have a receipt due too…

So, in short, let’s all have a fair, down the middle match with no shenanigans and needless brawling.

Fuck. Who am I kiddin’...this shit’s gonna be a brawl.

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 11:18 pm by **Jeff X**

Alliances

Dallas, TX

The front door gently swings open and Jeff X steps into the smoky dive bar. He looks around for a moment at all the people out enjoying their Friday night and manages to make eye contact with an attractive young blonde across the bar. It’s unknown if she recognizes him or not, but she smiles and waves either way. Jeff smiles back as he tips his hat to her and heads over to the opposite side of the bar as the young man serving drinks approaches him.

“Bud Light and a shot of Jack please.”

The bartender rushes off to get his order and Jeff patiently leans against the bar, nodding his head to the Brooks & Dunn song emanating from the jukebox. A moment later the bartender sets the bottle and shot glass down in front of Jeff, who politely thanks the man and takes a seat. As he takes his first swig of cold Bud Light, he pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds from his pocket. He lights one up and breathes a cloud of smoke to contribute to the larger cloud forming just over everyone’s heads.

“Already...fucking already this match has turned into a god damn shit show and it doesn’t even start for another two days.”

Jeff looks a little irritated as he shakes his head and takes another drag from his smoke.

“I knew that this match was going to get a little hectic. You have eight vastly different personalities on teams that they really don’t want to be on, competing as somewhat of a preview to what you’re going to see in two weeks in the Clash of Titans match. And that match...that’s the one that everyone actually cares about. Thirty Alphas...all competing for their chance to main event the biggest wrestling show in the history of this industry...every man for themselves. There will be no fake allegiances and bullshit alliances like we’re forced into this week. And I may not want any part of having to team with these people, but here’s the thing...I don’t make the matches...I just win them.”

Jeff takes another quick drink as he takes a hit from the smoke.

“And that’s something that Hayden Cross doesn’t understand. He’s gone out of his way to claim about how he doesn’t care about this match because it ‘doesn’t matter’. Every match matters Hayden. You want the money? You want the championships? Matches like this are what get you there. Each and every single time you step between those ropes is a chance to prove yourself to the right people...a chance to move up the ladder...a chance to get your name out there. Until you realize that...you’ll always be nothing more than what you are now. Disposable. Quit fucking crying about Arata...step up in this match...and do something about it. Or just stay in the back altogether. Cause I have a match to win and quite frankly, I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

After one last hit of the smoke, Jeff snuffs it out in a nearby ashtray.

“And we’ve yet to hear from Carlos Rosso...maybe he doesn’t care about this match either...nah...Carlos might be the one guy on this team I’m not worried about bringing it in this matchup. Don’t get me wrong, our relationship isn’t all sunshine and rainbows and personally I don’t care for the dude. I mean...he’s a fuckin’ twat, but if there’s one thing I know about Rosso, he’ll be ready for a fight come Sunday. The rest of you can sleep on him if you want, but I’ve thrown hands with the old man on a few occasions and if he’s bringing that same energy Sunday, then I’m glad he’s on my team for fucking once.”

Jeff pauses for a moment to take yet another drink of Bud Light.

“And then there’s Nate fuckin’ Cage…”

Jeff decides to slam the shot in front of him before motioning for another from the bartender, who quickly rushes to oblige.

“I honestly don’t even know what’s going on with this guy anymore. Maybe Kenny really did break that dude down. Or maybe it’s just Nate Cage doing what Nate Cage has always done, trying to get inside people’s heads. It never worked with me because his mind games don’t mean shit once he gets hit in the mouth. But who knows...maybe they’ll work on the competition this week. He’s on my team, so I actually hope so...but as I said before...I trust nothing about this guy. I’d rather be competing four on one than have to look over my shoulder at him. I don’t know what you’ve got up your sleeve with this whole Mr. Rogers Neighborhood act, and I quite frankly don’t care. I’ve given you your warning, and Cage you know me. I don’t make idle threats. If you even remotely try and fuck anyone on this team over...then we’re going to have Righetous Rules Part Two in Dallas. Fuck you.”

Jeff lights up another cigarette as the bartender fills his glass to the brim.

“And I know it already sounds like we’re in for one hell of a brawl...but those are just my teammates. I still actually have four opponents whom my focus SHOULD be on. The only good news is that their team is just as likely to implode from within as ours is. Let’s start with their ringer...Arata Asakura. The kid’s distracted. He’s too caught up with whatever’s going on with him and Hayden to focus on the task at hand. Just listen to the two of them go back and forth like bickering children over the fucking keys. And I get it...the keys are a big deal but holy shit can you two just shut the fuck up or get a room already? You go back and forth as if you two are in the midst of the biggest feud of the 21st century, but in reality...the two of you are the only people that fucking care. You trade barbs like you’re the main course here, but the two or you are merely the side dish. You’re so concerned with one another that you’re not even noticing that the two of you have the chance to be in the ring, compete, and learn from six of the absolute best in this industry in their primes. And I’m not underestimating you Arata. I’m a professional. I don’t make that mistake. But you’re overestimating yourself. Your success in other industries means absolutely nothing. THIS is the big leagues. THIS is where stars are born. And your success against those big names that USED to be good means even less than the companies you faced them in. The people you’re facing off with here and now...in OWA...the people in their prime that are ruling the most elite company on the face of the planet...taking time to appreciate that you’re getting to do this so early in you career would be beneficial to you. But you’re too preoccupied bickering with Hayden over a fucking keyring. I won’t lie to you Arata. I think you may be one of the best to come in here in a long time. You have a bright future ahead of you. But right now you’re merely untapped potential trying to compete with the best of the best. You’re not ready for this Arata. You proved as much when you faced Moongoose. And I’ll prove it again this Sunday. Come back in about a year and we’ll assess your progress again.”

Jeff finishes what remains in his bottle and orders another as he continues puffing on his cigarette.

“Speaking of Moongoose, seems we finally got to hear from the God of War. And some people may not be happy about that. A lot of people grow tired of your sarcastic antics and comments. Maybe even those on your own team. But not me. I appreciate what you do here. Personality is a big part of this business and you certainly bring that to the table. And you’ve proven over the course of your storied career that your every bit as good in the ring as you are with a microphone in your hand. I honestly can’t wait for you to cash that medallion in and become champion McQueen. You deserve it more than maybe anybody. But the thing is...you better do it between now and Final Destination. If you wait any longer than that, I fear that that elusive World Championship win will never come for you. Because Goose...I’m going to win the Clash. I’m going to the main event of Final Destination. And I’m going to become World Champion. And after that, there will be no chance of you taking that prize from my grasp. If you decide to bide your time and wait until I am champion...then you will retire with that one glaring omission from your resume. You may take these words lightly but hopefully...after this Sunday...once you step into the ring with me and realize what I’m capable of...hopefully then you will see that what I’m saying to you is true and you’ll cash in that opportunity that you have. At least then you’ll be able to keep that title warm for me until Final Destination. Don’t let yourself spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been if you just didn’t decide to wait and try Jeff X.”

Jeff grabs the fresh bottle of Bud Light placed in front of him and downs quite a bit of it before taking a drag from his smoke and pressing on.

“Then, of course, we have the two that really make this team interesting. Aria Jaxon and Chris Sabertooth. I’m interested in seeing just how these two are going to co-exist. They were already battling with one another over the World Championship back before Sabertooth lost his mind. And much like he did when he tried to take my title....Sabertooth failed. And much like my good friend Nate Cage...Chris has clearly let all of his failure and disappointment get to his head. He snapped and changed up his whole personality. As if a mixture of facepaint and pissing people off was somehow going to help his floundering career. And one of those people who I’m all but certain that you’ve pissed off along the way...happens to be the former World Champion herself...Aria Jaxon. You and I, Aria...we both succeeded at Civil War representing Kingdom. We would have ended the night with a clean sweep as well...if it weren’t for Chris betraying Nas in the tag match. You know Nas don’t you Aria? That’s right...the two of you are old friends aren’t you? I was standing right next to you ringside of Hardcore Havoc when we were all forced to watch Sabertooth brutalize Nas in such cowardly fashion inside that cell. I know you’re a professional Aria...maybe even the best in the world today. But I also know that you’re passionate about your friends and family. I wonder how it’s going to work when you’re forced to stand side by side with Chris? Should be interesting to watch if nothing else. After all...you’re one of the people Chris is trying to “save” us from. The trouble with Chris’ plan is I don’t need saving from anyone. I don’t view people like you or Nas as holding me back. You’re merely just names for me to move past. And I plan on doing just that in two days time...and afterwards...I’ll move past the whole roster en route to Final Destination.”

The attractive blonde rubs her hand across Jeff’s back as she walks by, drawing his attention. He smiles and slams the shot before grabbing his beer and following behind her.

[Fade to Black]

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 10:58 pm by **Aria Jaxon**

SECONDS BEFORE DISASTER -- DALLAS, TEXAS.

I know exactly what this is, and I know exactly what Vernon and Bob had in mind with this match.

I get it, drum up interest for the Clash by throwing a bunch of the eventual participants in a giant tag team match together. And then, just to ensure that the sparks really fly, mix ‘em all up and ensure that nobody involved can completely trust everyone that they’re supposed to be able to call a teammate. That’ll put asses in seats. I’m trying really hard to stifle down sarcasm when I say that they should be proud of themselves for this.

I’m more concerned with the Clash than anything else, but that goes without saying. It’s true that I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of on the heels of Hardcore Havoc, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy with how things played out. I left it all in the ring, and Kenny Drake was just the better competitor that night. I want my OWA World Championship back, and Kenny is more than welcome to bide his time with Keelan’s greasy ass or whoever else pops up and thinks they can do what I couldn’t. They’ll get knocked down like dominoes, and in the meantime, I’ll be setting up back-to-back Clash victories for myself. I’m getting back to the mountaintop, and the road to the summit runs right through the Clash.

...but first, the clusterfuck.

All the bullshit from last week is still at the forefront of a lot of people’s minds, mine included. I went out to the ring to do some pretty standard shit. The former champion shows up to give a status update and talk about what’s next. I was surprised that you showed up, Sabertooth, but I guess I shouldn’t have been. You just can’t fucking leave well enough alone, can you? I mean, you still can’t seem to keep Nas’ name outta your mouth, and he’s bounced over to the C-show for the time being.

And yeah, before I go any further, I’m gonna be calling you Sabertooth, because that’s your name.

I don’t give a shit if you slathered on some face paint and decided to play dress-up, I’m not buying any of this shit -- even if it would be hilarious to say that me beating your ass at Game Over undoubtedly would’ve played a part in this nervous breakdown that you’re faking. I don’t think you’re the least bit concerned about winning on Sunday. You’re just the type to go rogue and try to use this as one big opportunity to make a statement ahead of the Clash, but allow me to offer some advice -- if you do intend to go cavalier like an idiot, don’t try to make any statements at my expense. You’re not nearly as scary as you think you are, and I have shortened the careers of men fifty times more formidable than you. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll slink your painted-up ass into the ring, handle business, and stay the fuck out of my way. Shit, I don’t even care if you bring the thumb-faced bitch with the red hair with you, too. Just don’t do anything stupid.

Moongoose, I know you’re right about one thing. I’m sure there are plenty of people -- some of whom are in this match -- that are asking what you’re doing here. By your own admission, you’re completely left out of this tangled web of conflicts and games of one-upsmanship. I’m not one of those people, though. At the risk of stating the obvious, you’re the God of War. That...I dunno, kinda punches your ticket to a match like this once in a while, right? I’ll be one of the first to roll my eyes and call you a goofy-ass weirdo who takes a lot of joy in throwing people off-kilter, but I’ll also be quick to admit that you didn’t win that medallion by accident. You didn’t have Oasis’ back on the ropes back in the springtime for no reason. When push comes to shove, you’re as game as anyone can possibly be. And, there’s never been any personal vitriol shared between you and I, so no matter how I feel about it, you’re the person on this team that I trust the most. Don’t let that go to your head, though. You belong here. Show them why. For the duration of this match, I’ll have your back in that pursuit.

I’m not gonna lie, Arata, I was hoping that the first time we crossed paths in the ring, it would be as opponents. I can’t call myself the best unless I’m testing my mettle against people with talent, and you’ve got as much buzz now as I’ve ever seen from a newcomer. I wanted the chance to go toe-to-toe with someone who could end up being one of the future torchbearers of this place, if you play your cards right. Seems like all of that will have to wait, though. On Kingdom, we’ll be teammates, and you haven’t said or done anything that’s led me to believe that’ll necessarily be a bad thing. All I know about you is that you can go in the ring and that Hayden Cross wants to take your head off. I’m sure you know all about who I am, where I’ve been, and what I’ve done, but I’ll let you know right now that there’s only one thing you need to keep in mind when you’re teaming with me -- you do your job, and I’ll do mine. I’ll stay alert and watch your six, and it would be in your best interest to do the same in return. I’m sure you’ll more than carry your weight. You’ll probably be the least of my worries, and I mean that in a good way. And by the way -- tell Hana the autograph won’t be any problem at all.

If I can circle back around to last week’s bullshit again...Nate Cage, are you all up to date with your anti-psychotic meds? I swear to God, every time we’re within a football field of each other, that one match comes up. The one fuck-off, throwaway Kingdom match where you beat me all the way back in 2018. At one point, you claimed that it made you the lineal OWA World Champion. And every time you brought it up, I would ask you what you did with the momentum that could’ve come from beating the greatest wrestler in the world.

And every time, the answer was always “not a goddamn thing”.

You’ve put an interesting spin on it this time, though. I forgot to mention it and that was why you came out to the ring two weeks ago. For not keeping Nate Cage at the forefront of my mind, you’ve decided the penalty is death. Sweetheart, the only one between the two of us that’s ever been knocking on death’s door is you, courtesy of Kenny Drake. And you haven’t quite been the same since then, have you? What you did to Finn was awful, but if you think that your little dog collar crusade is gonna ensure that you’ll ever get the chance to do the same shit to me, well...you’re crazier than I thought you were. Take your best shot, though. I dare you.

Hayden Cross doesn’t seem to be concerned about anything other than the Keys to the Kingdom, and I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to commend that or not. I get it, dude. Once you lose something you worked hard for, you spend more time than you care to admit thinking of ways to get it back. I’m sure you see a golden opportunity this weekend, being dropped into the same ring with the same guy who tripped you up and took the aforementioned Keys in the first place. All that obsession will amount to in this instance is failure. Think about how many move parts are in play when you got eight people in the ring at the same time. Nothing that you do in this match will automatically get you the Keys back, so I’d recommend focusing on the task at hand and not on taking Arata’s head off. Or don’t, what difference does it make to me? Clouded vision and judgment will do nothing more than handicap your motley crew of a team and set you up for another loss to the guy who’s already turned your world upside down. You don’t have to care about me, Hayden. You really don’t. I don’t need some Johnny-come-lately young gun to be concerned about my next move -- but for your own health, you should at least be concerned about what I can do.

Jeff, if I had to choose from everyone involved, you’re the one I’d most like to have on my team...so of course you’re on the opposing one. No hard feelings concerning whatever I do, right? Like, if I kick your teeth into the cheap seats, we’ll be okay after that? Who knows, you might even try to avenge that by dumping me over the top rope in the Clash. Or at least, you can try. See, you and I ran Kingdom for almost all of 2019. For you, it’s about going further. You wanna graduate from the former Spartans Champion to the eventual OWA World Champion...and Clash of the Titans winner. I’m not letting anyone keep me from going back-to-back, and that includes you -- one of the people I’ll be sweating the most, when the time comes. When I step into that ring with you on Sunday, I’m sure I’ll see you’re not the same guy from War Games, but still...how has it always gone when you and I face off? I’ll let you answer that one.

Carlos, Carlos, Carlos...the person I’ve got the most history with in this match, by far. When you write me off and call me shit like “Rainbow Brite”, you sound an awful lot like someone who’s never been in the ring with me and doesn’t know what I’m capable of. It’s almost like, no matter how much time passes, you probably still think of me as the same girl with the red hair that popped up in the same company as you in 2015 -- and every time my foot connects with your jaw, it’s a wakeup call. A bitch slap from reality reminding you that I’ve lapped you, and Television title reigns and beating up the Dollhouse for the Tag straps are your new ceiling. I’m sure you’re gonna be a problem during the Clash. You’ll be one of the ones I’ve got my eye on. But if I know you like I think I do, you’re not treating this match nearly as seriously as you’ll take one. You’re liable to act up apply a little pressure to be the last man standing when all this shit is through. I’m not the one to try anything with, and you know it. Don’t get kicked into the shadow realm just because you wanna play around and act like I’ve never put you on your ass before.

That’s the law of the land, gentlemen. If you’re on my team, act like you got some sense. If you’re not, keep it clinical and get ready to eat this L. I want everyone on their best behavior, but on the very real chance I don’t get what I want? I got no qualms about catching a few bodies on my way to the Clash. Fuck with me if you want to.

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 7:05 pm by Guest

Total Drama Wrestling

(Camera pans over a long-distance shot of an ocean as the sun rises. Chuf chuf chuf, when suddenly, a helicopter emerges into the shot and fly forward. Computer text appears)

Transmission:
Date: 1/16/2020
Time: 3:45 AM
Location: Unknown

(The shot changes to an unknown island as the helicopter slowly lands. Once the helicopter hits the ground, Moongoose McQueen in a red velvet long suit come out stoically. He is greeted by natives dressed in suits who bow and welcome him. Moongoose continues to walk forward, as they remove his jacket and offer him a warm towel, in which he uses to wipe his face. Moongoose requests for them to all leave as he decides to walk alone. Shots show McQueen walking 5 mins further down the island, and from the bushes, his view of the site if off of a cliff, the most exquisite scenery, the sun rising, rainbows, and birds flying in a singular formation. Moongoose soaks it in as the gentle breeze runs through his hair. Moongoose walks a little further up, he reaches into his vest's inner pockets and pulls out a remote control. He proceeds to press a button, and the ground begins to split out, a box rises before opening up, revealing... a golden Japanese toilet and a camera propped in front of it. Moongoose presses another button as the Toto Hakai 3000 Gold Edition toilet begins to play 'L's Theme Song (the former theme song of Moongoose McQueen). McQueen takes a deep breath as he starts to unbuckle his belt and takes a seat. From there, the scene changes to the point of view of the camera propped in front of him. Don't worry, only the top half of his body is shown.)

Moongoose: Sometimes, you gotta appreciate the small things in life. I'm sure everyone else is tense, nervous, after all, Clash of the Titans is coming up and everybody wants to prove themselves in 2020. It seems like everyone here is wallowing about their past. They either lost their World championship, their spartan championship, their key to the kingdom, their sanity, the list goes on. My advice to ease the tension.... find your happy place, find your secluded place, find your peace, your clarity and just... ugh... let it go.

After all, it all doesn't matter, or rather, it all won't matter. Because at the end of the day, I, Moongoose McQueen am going to be there at the very end with the OWA World Title. After all, it seems like that's what this is all really about. Nate Cage is hunting down all the world champions, Aria wants what was once her's back. Havoc, Carlos, and Jeff believes it should be theirs. And Arata and Hayden, this key they are fighting for, let me guess, a shot for the world title? Yeah. Cashing that in for anything else would be stupid. Anyway. I'm gonna need everyone here ...ugh... drop everything and let's talk about the big picture here. I get Arata hates Hayden. Hayden hates Arata. Jeff hates Hayden. Aria hates Nate Cage. Havoc hates Aria. Carlos hates everyone. Everyone hates Nate Cage. And you are all probably wondering like, “por qué Moongoose?” Why is he here? And the answer is, “everything.” Let's not forget whose home turf we are on. Texas! Because let's be honest, how else are they gonna make such a dull main event interesting, when the answer is quite simple. You add Moongoose McQueen. Because if people didn't get it by now. I'm not in a hurry. With this God of War Medallion, I'm set. Each and every single individual in this match, at one point is going to come after me, especially if they want the OWA World Champion. I might not be involved in your petty arguments, but at the end of it all, I am once again the center of attention. I don't need to be in this match. I have nothing to gain or lose from this big tag match. As far as I'm concern, it would be better for me to just watch you all kill one another. It's less work for me. But if I did that, you'd all forget about me.

It's a shame that everyone here is so selfish. I mean, would it really be that hard for all of us, for one night only, to work together as a team? And yes, it is, because I don't like any of you guys. Except for Jeff. X-dono. It's a shame that we are on opposing teams. I can't tell you how small the list is of people that I actually like here in all of OWA, but Jeff, you made the list. I admire you. I respect you. You don't take …. ugh... shit from anyone. You do what you believe in, I mean, you didn't need to help Arata out with Hayden, but you did anyway. Your hate for Nate Cage, both legendary and magnificent. You're loud and you drink a lot. In a way, you remind me a lot of my sister, and you are right. You do bust your ass off, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say, you deserve it. When I win the OWA world title, you can bet your ass you got yourself a shot. After all, Jeff you deserve the best. The finest women, the fame, the riches, hell, I even hope your favourite football team wins the god damn super..... ugh.... bowl. And most importantly, you deserve me. You have come a long way, Jeff. I'm impressed. But I, I can take you farther than your wildest imagination. There is a place for you in my OWA. Please, don't take it too hard when I win this Sunday. Taking a loss might be hard, but deep down, you and I want to see Nate Cage lose. Don't get me wrong, try your best for this match. Do absolutely everything you can as I expect you too, but use that to lessen the blow.

Hayden, Hayden... Hayden. I'm a little disappointed in ya. You made such a huge fuss losing to Arata Asakura, and while, no offense, Arata, how? How did you lose to that man? Like, what happened,m man? You use to be cool. That's a lie, you were never cool, but you definitely ain't cool now losing to that square. I mean, I tired the man out, giving.... honestly, 70% of my wrestling capability, barely breaking a sweat and beating him, and you have the distinct advantage of taking him out, only to still be the clown. Sure, ok, Jeff got involved, but come on. How are you letting this guy run past you as OWA's hottest …. ugh..... prospect already? Man, you have not been the same since we last fought. It's like something got to your head. Ok, Confession time. After all, this is where I come to repent and release. Now to address the elephant in the room. After much speculations, after our match, where I won, and then we had that convoluted OWA Challenge cup that you, unfortunately, had to drop out due to “lice.” Yes. It' was me, Hayden. It was me all along. I gave you lice. It was because of me, you had to shave your greasy shaggy locks. Now I didn't have lice, but rather, I had planted them because quite frankly, I didn't get over what you said about me in regards to the 24/7 Championship. What can I say? I'm an incredibly petty person, and even though you don't care, you have every right to be mad at me. I mean, I tell myself, I did you a favour because your haircut was stupid, and despite being on opposite teams this weekend, I hope that you are now free from whatever is holding you back. You are now unburdened. You are free! Now lice... I mean Fly you fool! And hey, if it means anything, the OWA Challenge Cup still isn't finished, so you can probably come back and compete for that again.

Speaking of the Cup. Carlos Rosso, what is the deal? What happened? Where do I even begin? The Tag Team titles? The tacky over-priced headbands? Or the fact you are so desperate, you're following Keelan of all people, and now suddenly he is facing Kenny for the title, and here you are, really no purpose, whats-so-ever, just keep you pre-occupied. I have never seen someone win a title so fast and have their testicles retract so fast, and we've had 2 women win the world championship. Like What the Fuck? I mean, I can't even remember what you and Keelan even did to warrant a tag team title shot to begin with. Who did you even beat to earn that opportunity? I must have missed it. But see, this is what I'm talking about with OWA. I know I shouldn't take this win away from Carlos, but he needs to hear this. He's old enough to handle this. He's a big boy. Carlos Rosso, the only reason you have that tag title, isn't because you are the best or deserve it. It's because of Keelan and the lack of real competition in that division, so if you are thinking, “wow, I had two matches with Keelan, and I'm the OWA World Tag Team Champion already. I must be some tag team wizard.” Well, listen up, Nate, Hayden, and especially you Jeff. DO NOT TRUST OR LISTEN TO THIS MAN. I speak from experience. This man will betray you and try to take all the glory for himself, and in doing so, has cost me and himself a victory. Carlos Rosso is one of the most unreliable people, and it's crazy how the Zaibatsu keeps him, and sadly enough, Keelan is willing to work with him. You see, Carlos, I know you better than anyone else in this match, and because of that, if Keelan was in your spot, I'd probably be more concern about winning. But if you ask me, you are a burden to Keelan Callihan. You are a burden to your team, a burden to OWA, and constantly a thorn in my side. Cherish that title, Carlos, because chances are, that is probably the biggest accomplishment you will ever achieve in OWA, and you have Keelan to thank for that. You can't teach an old dog new tricks. I'm willing to bet that between 4 main eventers and 3 prospects in OWA, you are the weakest link in this match. Ooh, you beat two women for the titles. Maybe if one was Aria, I'd be impressed, … maaaaybe. but as far as I'm concern, this is a new low for you. Relying on Keelan to stay relevant after consistently failing time after time, and you know what, you know this is tue. This is why you are so selfish, that you must be the hero to pick up the win at the expense of simply winning in general. To this day, I hate you for backstabbing me from behind for your own gain, and it would be a real damn shame to see you do that ….ugh... crap to someone else. Maybe it's time I put the old dog to sleep, after all, what can you possibly have left to offer? Your prime is long gone and pass. Give up now, walk away with dignity before you, I mean, I embarrass you again.

And now, Nate Cage. Wait, give me a moment to flush and wipe.

(Moongoose turns the camera away off towards the sunrise, and you can hear the sound of a toilet flushing. Followed up by the sounds of the belt buckling and the zipper going up. Moongoose turns the camera back 180 and speaks back to the camera.)

Alright, Natey Boy. So yeah, I won't front. Last time you and I were in the ring, I didn't get much offense in. Perhaps I made that mistake of under-estimating you, and maybe I shouldn't have ignored the things you said and made your illness a joke. I mean, I felt it. You have almost every intention to not just beat me but to kill me, and you are right. If Finnegan Wakefield didn't intervene, I might not even be here. Or so you like to believe. Maybe you think I'm afraid of you now. Maybe you expect that I don't want anything to do with you because I can't beat you, and Nate, you couldn't be farther from the truth. The secret is, I'm always watching. I'm always studying, and I'm always making a plan. You may have in a case, won the battle, but the war is far from over. In fact, the reason I'm not actively hunting you down is because the reality of the situation is. Your destruction serves me. It was no secret that I don't like Finnegan Wakefield. You think that I should be grateful that he saved me, when the truth is, I'm angry that he interfered. I rather take a loss than be saved and feel like I'm in debt to someone. You speak of conflict, but here I am, like happy to see the life and soul gone from Finn's eyes, yet I'm mad, Mad that it wasn't I that was responsible for extinguishing it. After all, it almost seems like each time we fought, his passion burned brighter to a point I've never seen a man so content on beating me, and you have deprived me of that joy of putting it out. But you know what? That's ok. Because nothing you do leaves a lasting impression, Nate. After all, one can say that you beat me in a one-sided fight, and I didn't take that loss hard. If anything, I'm more confident than ever with what I have to do to beat you. And I'm confident that Finn, he'll be back up in no time trying to rip your arm out of its socket, because those that I deem as my own and personal rivals are not weak and pathetic. Our saga is not over, and it most certainly will not end because of some man with bullshit powers. If anyone's bullshit is gonna be the death of Finnegan Wakefield's, it's gonna be yours truly. You might have the ultimate defence, Nate, but I can retaliate with the Ultimate Offense. Just because you can't feel the pain, your body is still human. Tear a tendon, and that muscle can no longer move. One good shot to the lower portion of your spine, your entire body is paralyzed. One blow to the side of the head, you'd never be the same again, and it doesn't need to hurt. Why? Because the real pain begins when you are laying there, helpless, unable to move, and you want to play. You want to play so much. You'd want to place your hands around my neck and squeeze the life out of me. You'll want me to shut up, but alas, if not your ambitions, your body will give out to you. It's all simply a matter of time, tick-tock, tick tock, but until then. Why don't I use you? Let you take out any possible threat to me. Aria, Finn, and Kenny. I ain't worried. After all, it's not like you are capable of killing anyone of then, as Finn is still breathing. And you know the expression, “what doesn't kill them, simply makes them stronger.” Go ahead, try to kill them all. I want them to come for me at their best. I want them to survive hell and present to me a real challenge. Like I said, buddy. You are doing me a huge favour here. In a way, It's like I'm winning on your behalf. Doesn't that make you feel special? Besides, seeing as there is a pattern to your “victim,” I won't need to come for you. Eventually, you will come for me, and when that time comes, I'll show you what I can capable of. There is no limit to my imagination. If anything, I'm concerned that perhaps you aren't as tough as you claim you are and that I wouldn't be able to completely test myself. But I've learned to curb my enthusiasm. Nate Cage has always been a disappointment, so I won't be too surprised that when you come for me, that I will have to be the one to end your reign of terror. It will be about time people in OWA learn to appreciate the good that I do for this business, in a way, putting an end to you is all part of my plans to gain acceptance. You best reconsider your list and motive, son. After all, you should be lucky that I'm not actively coming after you for humiliating me or being the one that took out Finnegan Wakefield. No, I expect you to come for me, and already, the traps and design has been implemented. Typically, I wouldn't give such a warning, but knowing you, your curiosity will get the best of you, but in reality, that will be me.

As for the rest of my team, Aria, I'm sure she is a team player. If you still ain't over the trauma of losing your world title or getting stabbed, I gotcha. Arata, no hard feelings? Cool. You should have the privilege to not only face me in a match but to work with me in such a short period of time? You are blessed to be able to learn so much, and I'm sure whatever that you will learn from me, you can take to that other places people don't shut up about and make it better too. And Havoc... Fuck you. Last time I recall, I did all the work, and you snuck yourself in for the win. But hey, if it's not clear to you or Aria that I have an extensive track record of being on my best behaviour in a tag match, after all, I've won having to work with the likes of Chris and Scott Oasis, remember that, Aria? When Oasis and I beat you and Reggie? Yeah, see, I got this, and I am in it to win it, because like I said earlier. This match, it's bigger than just shoving a bunch of people into a main event to sell a show. It's an exhibition, an exhibition for Clash of the Titans, and let me make this clear. ….. I want it all. You can all beat the living shit out of each other, settle your differences, but as far as I'm concern, this will be my statement. Watch!

(Moongoose gets up and turns around and walks away from the camera. He walks further into the distance and brushes his hands against the plants in one hand, and raises his other hand into the air. In that hand, is a device, in which McQueen presses the button. Suddenly, the toilet detonates and explodes, taking out the camera, which leaves nothing but static)

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 5:33 pm by **Arata Asakura**

KINGDOM #4 PART 2: My keys these and my keys that.

15.01.20 Osaka, Japan

*Before his arrival to Dallas, Arata decided to stay one day longer in Japan and work with his student, which was also somehow preparation for the upcoming match. Perhaps Hana wasn't the strongest person he knew and actually she was just a kid, but she was unpredictable, as her mood changes like the weather. It looked similar in the ring, so the Japanese decided to use it, because maybe it makes easier for him to adapt to unforeseen situations during this 8 men tag team, which at the moment seems to be one big chaos, especially considering its participants.*

*When the blond agreed for a break, the young girl couldn't resist asking him some questions. He didn't like, when she did it, because her perception of the world was a little different than his and he had to explain her so many things, but on the other hand he also knew that if he didn't allow her to ask him, sooner or later she would try to find out again, because this little one is extremely stubborn. Therefore, when the girl politely asked for permission to ask a few bothering her questions, Arata only sat on the edge of the ring and giving up refusal, he nodded, letting her know that she could speak.*

“So, Arata-San, what's up between you and mmmh...his name is Hayden, right?” She paused for a moment, waiting for the man's confirmation, and then continued “Did you hurt him, that he is so mean to you? Well, because it's probably not only because you won these whole 'keys' from him? And even if so..why should he be angry for that? You did it fair!” Hana spread her hands in the air, making a silly face and saying it a little too loudly “Are you sure you didn't say something that might make him sad?”

*Arata waited for the young Japanese woman to finish her speech, then he shook his head disapprovingly of her naivety. Before the man answered her, he sighed loudly first.*

"Listen, Hana, I didn't do or say anything I shouldn't, and I certainly didn't do anything that Hayden wouldn't deserve. But now answering this stream of words...I don't care what the main motive of this guy is, what I care about is that he complicates my life in OWA terribly. And because of what? Probably by jealousy. Do I understand him? Yes, because these keys are an opportunity, that can change your life, but regretting losing something and being blinded by jealousy and hatred idiot are two different things.”

“But then why does he care so much about it? I understand that it was important to him and I'm sorry, that he felt bad because of this loss, but there will be other opportunities, so maybe he should calm down.”

“It's not so simple. Every place has its own rules, and in a place like OWA you can't waste any chance, because you never know if it was your first or last. I'm not saying that this is where Hayden's success ends, but I'm trying to show you how seriously people treat the opportunities, they have here. In a company full of talents, everyone wants to stand out from the crowd, so sometimes they do stupid thing caused by desperation to be noticed. They stop even care which way the gain it, what's matter ist that, the spotlight is directed on them.”

*Hana looked at Arata with anxious in her eyes and a slight sadness on her face.*

“It sounds like it is a very sad place…”

“Don't think about it this way, because it's not true. This place isn't sad, but competitive and that's why everyone cares so much to get the main spot. I know you are not used to it, but it is possible to like this atmosphere of ambition, even if a few bastards are around.”

“Who are you thinking about? I thought only Hayden was rude. I saw Jeff helping you with these keys on my own eyes and Nate Cage also seems very nice, at least I think after watching his recording. He said a lot of friendly things about you!”

“Have you ever seen how Nate wrestle?” As he thought, the answer was negative “Despite these pretty words and the apparent appearance of a cool guy, he is a damn psychopath, Hana. They call him the devil for a reason. You're lucky you didn't see what he did at Hardcore Havoc, because you would be afraid to be with him in the same arena. Anything else, because we have to get back to work?”

“Can you take an autograph for me from Ms. Aria? You know that I like her so much and..”

*The girl didn't even finish the sentence, as Arata interrupted her nervously.*

“No! The last thing I need is to bother her with such stupidity. Forgive me, Hana, but I'm not going to piss her off, as I want to spend some more time at OWA and I don't need to have an enemy in her.” Seeing that the girl wanted to protest, the Japanese immediately cut the topic “Let's not waste more time. Maybe you are bored, but I don't have such a comfort.”

*After saying these words, Arata went to the other room in his dojo for a moment, leaving the dissatisfied girl alone.*

17.01.20 Miami, Florida

*The video takes place on the backstage of another promotion, which Arata is a part of. The man wearing leather pants and shoes, which are the part of his ring gear, and a black hoodie with the logo of his faction, is sitting on the stairs, leaning his forearms on his knees, which makes him slouching a little. Next to him, are visible his shining title belts, lying on the steps, but the Japanese looks somewhere to the side, sliding his finger through his lip.*

I think it's worse than I thought at first…

*The Japanese shakes his head, making a sound similar to a snort. Then he wipes his face with his hands and looks straight into the camera lens.*

My keys these and my keys that. What the fuck are you talking about, Cross? These keys have ceased to be in your possession for several weeks, so it's probably time to wake up and get back to reality, not to live in a dreamland like a lunatic. You may think that I have robbed you of this precious golden ticket, but the truth is that I pinned you fair and square to get what is mine and I'm tired of hearing that I have appropriated something. Listen, the world doesn't revolve around you and your whims. It was your decision, that you put the keys on the line that night with me, but you didn't have to do it. You didn't have to do it, knowing that you will face someone, who you have never seen before, but you risked it anyway, so you can only blame yourself for this loss. You can blame yourself for being an impatient idiot. Having such a precious things, you have to approach to this reasonably. Actually, Keys to the Kingdom itself are all about strategy. That is why, despite your claim that I don't defend them every time I set a foot on the ring, I will only tell you that I am not going to mindlessly treat this opportunity, which I got with winning them. I will defend them when I deem it appropriate, because my priority is not getting what I want as soon as possible, but being sure that I will get it at all. You see yourself how much your rush cost you. You had everything and now you have nothing, even the respect of your tag team partners, Hayden. They treat you like someone who just bothers them, like the weak link, that you really are.

However, there is someone, who thinks about me in a similar way and I'm talking to you, Jeff. I understand that the fact, that I don't have a warm place here, could be misleading, but please don't make the same mistake that too many people have made. Don't underestimate me, because you'll regret like all those playing with me...all those thinking I'm easy to beat. But as you see I am much more and my matches with one of the best in the industry, have already shown that I am not just another kid with a dream. Even if not here, I've been proving my credibility all over the world, putting down for three count names like Daniels or Senn, over the past months, earning this way respect and putting a bit of anxiety into the top dogs, even to such a point that for some reason Jaydayne Pendragon himself has no balls to take my challenge. But I'm not saying that to scare you, because I know, as well, that you have not been wasting energy for silly things, but you were ruling the Spartan division recently. I am saying this so that you can see the difference between me and Hayden. Because you see, maybe I'm new in this company, but I'm definitely not underdog.

*Arata combs his hair with his fingers and bites his lip.*

Recently, I said how problematic relations on the opponent's side can be, but during these few days I noticed that it is not very good on ours either. Well, I'm not going to hide, that I don't feel confident, working with someone who has lost touch with reality. Even if I didn't see anything terrible in Havoc's behavior at first, seeing his God's complex, I start to be afraid that this may lead to unnecessary confusion during the match. However, it is still less of a problem to keep one person in check than the whole team of people, who wouldn't even stand next to each other if they could. And they can say that they all want a victory and blah, blah...but to be honest, not everyone has such priorities, not everyone puts win over other things. Some just do what is more comfortable for them at the moment. However, fortunately, at least most of my team cares about what is important, and this can be a fairly big factor in this match if our opponents don't kill each other first. This way or another, comes Sunday, the Golden Dragon intends to return to the path of victory and come out with his hand raised, holding the ring with the keys right in front of Hayden's face.

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 5:21 pm by Keelan Callihan

G’day, Udy. I apologize for taking so long to open my mouth about you and our upcoming match, but I’ve spent the last couple of weeks doing almost anything else. I’ve just come off a huge win with my mate Carlos Rosso. Did you know that we won the OWA Tag Team Championships? Seems like you’re ignoring that fact, or perhaps you didn’t even know it. You know if you paid a little more attention to the opponents you face maybe you wouldn’t lose all the time. The fact of the matter is this Udy - this match on Kingdom against you means absolutely nothing to me. It’s just going to be an extra victory in the win column. You had mentioned that we had actually had a match in the past. For the life of me, I don’t even remember it. That’s how little you and this match means to me.

Have I ever seen anybody after they’ve fallen to you? It seems like you can only name all the individuals you’ve defeated on one hand. No, I won’t spiral into some metaphorical oblivion that you speak of. I’ve been doing this shit for 15 fuckin’ years and I have seen everything in this industry. I’ve seen plenty of individuals like you; doing a whole lot of talking but not really saying anything. If what you have said is true and we have fought in the past, and I did pick up the win, what makes you think what you’re saying means anything to me? It doesn’t mean anything to me now and I forgot we even had a match in the past! What are you going to do differently? What’s your mentality like this time around? Doesn’t seem like it’s different from any other time you’ve had a match.

It sucks to suck, Udy. Stay being a shit cunt. Stay being irrelevant. As for me, Carlos Rosso and I are going to continue to blow up like we’re at an Ariana Grande concert.

The Killer has spoken.

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 4:14 pm by **kennydrake**

A lot has changed, J.D…

And I don’t think you’re ready to see just how much it has...

PORTLAND, OR
BURNSIDE SKATEPARK
2:35 AM on THURSDAY

Fade in from black, to Kenny Drake standing at the bottom of the bowl at Burnside skatepark. A large red upside down cross is spray painted behind him. The sound of heavy rain hitting the pavement echoes across the ramps and coping, reverberating off the walls in a surround sound. Kenny folds his hands in front of his face, like in prayer.

I almost think this is funny...my first match since winning the OWA World title is a...throwback...to the old days.

And...ya know? I’m getting kinda sick of it.

This...nostalgia trip I’ve been forced on.

Kenny slowly lowers his hands and unzips his WLVSDN track jacket. Fastened securely around his waist, the OWA World Championship shimmers from the nearby streetlights.

But, you know what? It’s ok...It’s all ok because this is what has become NECESSARY. It has become blatantly obvious that this place is stuck in a time warp...like we’re back in 2016...Scott Oasis and Aria Jaxon, contemplating their FUTURES?! Carlos Rosso is a CHAMPION!?! Keelan Ceti-...Nope...CALLIHAN...is in the title hunt?!

It’s like fuckin’ Groundhog’s Day here…

And nobody...NOBODY...makes that more painfully obvious...than J...D...Damon.

Flashes on the screen of Kenny and JD going to war years ago...a bloodied Kenny standing over JD...Kenny and JD forming Wolvesden… before returning to Kenny, who in the present, smiles. He unhooks the championship belt from his waist and positions it on his shoulder.

Because for as long as I have been involved with THIS GROUP of people, J.D. Damon has been there...lurking in the shadows, looming behind. He was my first real enemy in the old company...he was my first real friend...he was my first big victory...he was my introduction to the big leagues. For the past three years, possibly more, you could not say the name KENNY DRAKE...without at LEAST thinking the name J.D. Damon.

And THAT...THAT needs to stop.

He glances at his title belt.

There was...a time, J.D….when I was hunting you. I wanted what YOU had. I mean, who wouldn’t? The PURIST...the BEST of the BEST...the PURE Champion. You were the WRESTLER’S WRESTLER…Triple D or Capt. Baldspot Seven Reigns might have been world champ, but you? YOU held the title that MEANT something.

So, what happened, J.D.?

Kenny smirks again. A snarling wolf head momentarily flashes, superimposed over his face, before returning to normal.

I happened.

The SECOND I stood up to you? You were done. The SECOND I showed that I was on your level? You were DONE.

And the second I BEAT you?

I proved to the world that I was...am...and always will be…

BETTER.

So, while you at one point held A title...the second you lost that Pure title, you were EXPOSED. Left NAKED to the world to see every GLARING, OBVIOUS FLAW. You WEREN’T as good as you claimed...you WEREN’T as talented as everyone said...you WEREN’T the fuckin BEST, and it has been a God damn FREE FALL ever since!

This? This is a wake up call. THIS is the rose-smelling, coffee-making wake up call that you so DESPERATELY need.

You and I?

There IS NO You and I.

Kenny Drake and J.D. Damon are NOT synonymous with each other anymore...WE are NOT the same.

Kenny violently rips the title belt off his shoulder and shoves it in front of the camera.

And THIS is the fucking proof.

In the past year, I have decimated anybody and EVERYBODY that has stepped in my way. I have literally KILLED old friends, bled BUCKETS upon BUCKETS of blood, been through physical and mental TORTURE, and through it all, I have not only persevered but fuckin’ THRIVED. This isn’t the old place! This isn’t the God damn political swamp that was EAW...THIS is where TALENT and DRIVE MATTER.

THAT is where you fall short, J.D. ...no longer can you just...be a good fit for the title.

Nah...you have to EARN your spot here.

And as I can see it from my spot at the top of this mountain?

You aren’t even at the fuckin base.

You come...and you go...and you come...and you go...and you make this DRAMATIC RETURN...and nothing happens...and OHMYGOD HE’S BACK! JD DAMON IS BACK! And a week later….he’s gone…

I’m done with this. I’m done with this come-and-go bullshit.

As far as I’m concerned, you are either HERE, or you’re not. You either give it your GOD DAMN ALL...EVERY SINGLE FUCKIN WEEK...AND BUILD THIS BRAND WITH YOUR HARD WORK AND CARRY IT ON YOUR BACK, WEATHERING THE GOOD AND THE BAD WITH A BLOODY SMILE ON YOUR FACE...or you FUCK off and go somewhere else.

So, J.D.? Old buddy?

We are going to find out...exactly where you stand.

Because you need to realize something, old friend…

The Kenny Drake YOU knew?

Is dead.

The Wolvesden YOU helped create?

Is DEAD.

The only things HERE? Are what I created...

And all that’s left for you... here...with me…

Is horror.

Unimaginable…

Unrelenting…

Unstoppable…

Horror.

Kenny slowly lowers the title belt. His face is no longer covered in rage, but instead, a deep sadness.

And it pains me...J.D….the things that I know I have to do. The things running through my head, the plans for our match...they HURT me.

Because I know...I know far too well...that the things I’m gonna do? There’s no coming back from that. This will hurt...Both of us.

But sometimes... pain is necessary to grow.

And sometimes...in order to grow? We must kill the things we love.

A bloody tear falls from Kenny’s left eye.

I love you, J.D. I always will.

But this?

This is the end.

I have no more room for you. I have no more time for you. I have No more space in my life for J.D. Damon.

This?

Is Goodbye.

Kenny lowers the title, almost defeated, and wipes the blood from his eye, leaving a crimson smear across his face.

I will say this. You were right about one thing.

When we meet, we WILL do what we do best.

I will continue to prove why I’m the best in the business…

And you will do what you do…

Fail.

Kenny shakes his head and smirks again.

And that will be the end of it…

I will see you Sunday, J.D.

And...for the final time…

For old times sake…

Say it with me…

WOLVES…

AETERNUM.

Kenny slowly steps away, with the final shot being the upside down red cross...before finally fading to black.

Re: OWA Promos January 17th 2020, 5:38 am by **The Udy**

(A dark room)

“Keelan Callihan, I guess if I am not wrong it will be the second time I face you. First time you got lucky but do you know one thing? Have you ever seen anyone after they fall to me? Never. The reason is if you are not lucky enough to pluck a victory against me, you are doomed to spiral into the limbo of oblivion!”

(Udy smiles at the camera with his joker face paint this time done one on half his face)

“You want to run OWA as a terror inflicting messiah? Guess what Keelan, you can’t scare something that’s the very source of terror. I am the force that burns out your light and I am the very source of it. I am sure you will bring on a fight but be assured that this will a bloody trial of pain and despair for you rather than me. You see Keelan, I have a beast residing inside me that is dying to come out and trust me it will do during our match.”

(Udy cranks his neck)

“This Kingdom, it will surely be a war of epic proportions. But The Killer will be killed by the Real Alpha, The Eclectic Spirit, The Infernal Beast even if need be…This Kingdom Keelan, I will be Your Demise.”

(Udy stands up as the light starts blinking and smoke fills the area. The lights go out and when they come back and starts blinking again, we see manifestation of the “Infernal Beast”)

“Keelan IT welcomes you my the embrace of death”

(“The Infernal Beast” opens his arms and starts laughing as suddenly the lights goes off as we continue hearing a crazy laugh.)

(After few seconds the sound suddenly stops and we hear a static)

Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2020, 11:42 pm by Rob

THE CREATOR THE CREATOR THE CREATOR THE CREATOR THE CREATOR THE CREATOR THE CREATOR THE CREATOR

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CHRISTIE "CIRI" SKY

MATCH PROMO I: TEAM with DIANTHA MOREAU, RONI OZBORN versus THE DOLLHOUSE

T H E R E ' S A V O I C E I N M Y H E A D

*voiceover,
*christie's voice,
>>/scenery

| JANUARY, 11ST 2020

>> / We're in San Antonio, Texas, where the next Odyssey show will take place. Suddenly the screen brightens in a fairly white room, where there is only a snow-white wall and one wooden stool. Suddenly, Christie sits on the stool. She is quite smiling.

Well, well, well. Here we go again! Although... Let's leave what was in 2019. The new year has begun! My lost with Dulce Torres was not out of nowhere. Nowadays cleverness is a more important feature than any other. Some people just can't use it. They don't even know how to use it. If I'll won my previous match with Dulce, I wouldn't appear in Clash of the Goddesses. And if I'll win Clash of the Goddesses... There is waiting something special for me. An title shot at the Women's World Championship! It's hard to think, huh Torres? But leaving aside. In this week, I will join my forces with Diantha Moreau and Roni Ozborn. But as everyone knows, unfortunately I am not the best team player. But I know that thanks to me this team can win. I will lead first of all myself into the light of the winner and also into the light of the main alpha's spotlight in Clash of the Goddesses Match! But let it be as nice as it seems... Our rivals will be The Dollhouse.. Eh, I knew that our paths would finally break, dear ladies. If I had to choose between that dumbasses and my Tag Team partners .. I would not choose any of 'em. Despite the fact that I know.. That my team has a former contender for Cage's championship.. I get an even bigger kick to show my best side during this weekend. A lot of people put their hopes in me, and you wonder? Sometimes I get the impression that some people want to push me into the fire.. But the main question is. Will Christie Sky burn or not?

I appreciate Roni for her honesty. I really like her. But there is no place for friendship in this business. Okay, we're closer now. But if it comes with the Women's World Championship theme.. Unfortunately Roni, but our "friendship" will end sooner than you think. But let's take care of our rivals now. The Dollhouse. I admit, my video took me a long time to think about, because I have no idea about what they recorded. About that they came back to Odyssey? Wow, clap to your majesty dear universe! Listen, Odyssey is currently one of the most developing brands in nowaday's business and every fool would come back just to put his five cents into the most-anticipated clash of the season. Apart from low-selling DiVa's CDs, or Roxy's fanfics about Layne Kurobane. Fortunately, writing another story about you Roxy and Layne, is more likely to be than your winning at the Clash of the Titans. A-ah, there is no way. Omega Wrestling Alliance was waiting for me. That moment on Clash of The Titans needed me. And guess what, here i am.

"AnD and ACcoMpliShed AlL of ThaT aT 18 yeArs olD !!!!"

Well, congratulations Roxy. But I have the impression that you have not grown up yet to take it all seriously, just like a bunch of your dumbasses, DiVa and Jonetta, according to which tabloids and magazines are one of the most important things in life. The funniest thing about all is that Stone thinks we're inferior. But you know what? Stop being a hypocrite. Remember that you are talking about the former Goddesses Champion, the former contender for the OWA Women's World title, and the finalist of Athena's Cup, where you barely reached the second round. Did you achieve anything from the list above? No! If it wasn't for The Dollhouse, people wouldn't even know that someone like Jonetta Stone is under the contract with OWA. If it wasn't for Heart Break Gal, Sweet Roxy would not have been as famous as it is now. Look, she even manages to sell her bath-water on Twitter, and you? You live in the shadow of your 'friends' who, if they had the choice to throw you off a cliff or write fanfic about their lifes, you would have been dead a long time ago. Jonetta, wake up! This is not a decade where everything was about who looks like. Now, it's all about what each person really is. Inside. And on Odyssey, you'll face some of the most valuable people that Odyssey has ever had in ranks for months. Everyone talks about us as favorites to win Clash of The Goddesses Match. Everyone of you are covers your '''RASSLIN" abilities by y'all "HoBbiEs" like singing, designing clothes or writing love scenes. How you're talking about Roni is embarrassing. Not just for you, but just like for the viewers. One day just stand in front of a mirror and look deep into your eyes. You'll notice not only the idiot who does everything for the public, but also someone who made many mistakes.

Look. This startup is once a year. Everyone at Odyssey has been working for this moment since the beginning of the seasons. And y'all as never enter anything into our business with dirty shoes. The Odyssey brand is something amazing. It gives us more than anyone thinks. Suddenly, we got many new talents like Llorona, Alyssa or Miho Li! They are the future of the Omega Wrestling Alliance. That sounds weird from my lips. It's not like I am already someone important in this organization. But I know I play an important role here. I am Survivor. I survived quite a lot. And don't pretend Jonetta that no one noticed my absence. Everyone was waiting for Christie Sky to reappear on Odyssey. When I came back, I felt I had the worst experience behind me. Now is the time when I am playing. And my path begins to be someone key in this story. I've waited so many years.Many. Fucking. Years. To get to this organization and climb to the top. I am aware that the Women's World Championship is a huge challenge. But I think I can handle it. If I win Clash of the Goddesses Match. I will have to face Natalie Cage or meet Dulce Torres again and i will only laugh in her face. Just as we are going to laughs in DiVa's, Jonetta's and Roxy's faces after our match up. You have most stuck on Roni Ozborn. Do you feel the biggest competition in her? Roni is someone I can begin to fear ... Because as they say, keep friends close, but enemies even closer. This Saturday, we will be a team. But at the end of the month at the OWA's Major Pay-Per-View Show, we will be the biggest enemies to be able to get the chance and final destination moment.

End of promises.

End.

There is some voice in my head .. This voice tells me not to be guided by the opinion of others, not by one, two or several failures. For other people, small failures motivate, but to stop what you do. But other small failures are motivate me to rise and rise even higher. When I watched Azumi Goto, I knew that if she could, then I could. She showed me that if I enter a room with five entrances and one exit, I would sooner die of exhaustion than I would have to leave. If we fail this Saturday, it's okay. These are just the numbers. But one thing is certain - I will give my best. After each Odyssey Show I will give more, more and more!

I can be the biggest underdog, I can bark the loudest but I can show how much Christie Sky means. I believe that my team, which as I said before, consists of one of the biggest names in this brand will manage to close The Dollhouse's mouths. I think most people have had enough of them. Earlier I didn't have any disgust for them. But after what they told about Roni Ozborn and Diantha Moreau .. I have to put my inner ego to sleep and fight for the truth. I have to defend the truth. I have the impression that something completely different is born... It's time to end this whole mess and face the truth. I will do anything, not just for my team or Odyssey's sake. But above all for myself. I will do everything to look after Odyssey and defeat The Dollhouse. I will do everything in my power to win in a few weeks at Clash of the Titans and I will do everything to dethrone Women's World Champion at Final Destination. However, there are a few other concerns as well. Among others The Void, where Eris is in possession of Athena's Cup. She can do anything. She can steal my moment again. But then, something more than Ragnarok will begin.

You will awaken the slayer of the Gods.

OWA Universe has been waiting for someone like me for almost two seasons. I think everybody sees what I have and what i can bring. I know that I am bigger competition for nowaday's alphas. It's also not about whether someone will win or lose with me. I am a challenge. I am someone who will not be easily get off the track. If I want something, I have to complete it, no matter how much I have to sacrifice. I am well aware that some are secretly laughing at me. I don't care. But hey, who laughs last laughs best. And i'll laugh last. There are some people who respect me and they know that I can afford even more. With people like Roni Ozborn and Diantha Moreau i can do even more. I really heard the same things all too much during my career. That it's something bad, that there is not enough or too much. Like.. Dafuq. Oh Roxy.. You've been here for years and I've been for months. But fortunately it's not about experience, it's a war of change. We will not give up. At the end of this fight you will lose a lot more than you could ever gain. I don't even mean about your immense imagination. But even about your "friends" when they see their leader score a lose for their team. Sure, everyone will still be able to talk about your previous achievements in Odyssey etc., but they will not talk about your second reign in Odyssey because it will not exist. As long as I'm walking on this plane, I will not allow it. And sure. You can sit back and question everything I've done so far here in my career. My era is just beginning. I know that what I have done so far is only to outline what will come soon. I still have a lot to do and is adding more to my list every day. And to be honest, I didn't even need to fight against you, but after saving your crap team.. Y'all volunteered for it. Our war at Odyssey or Clash of The Goddesses Match will be an unforgettable moment for all of us. I remember every time when I enter the ring.. I feel like I am defending my name. I will enter this ring, again and I will rise to the challenge...

CAN I DO IT?

NAH.

I CAN HANDLE IT.

It looks like most of you have other things to worry about during this match. All what i need at the moment is to bounce far away from 2019 and enter 2020 as the second winner of Clash of The Goddessses only to get straight on my way to Final Destination. I have nothing to lose but to gain on Clash of The Titans.

To be the best, you gotta beat the best.

- // Sky fades out.

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Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2020, 11:38 pm by **Diantha Rosso**

[In a quiet, empty gym, Diantha sits on one of the benches near a well-worn wrestling ring, idly twirling her bokken in her hand, staring at the ground.]

I have not wrestled in quite a while. Honestly, the adrenaline rush of waiting for your match to begin, standing opposite your opponent just waiting for the bell to ring, the pain, the emotions that course through you as you strike your opponent...the exhilarating high that comes with victory; the crushing depression with every defeat. I’ve missed feeling all of these. No matter how much I’ve lobbied to compete, it didn’t seem to matter. During our holiday break, I couldn’t contain my boredom, my lack of competition any longer so I signed a part-time deal with another federation based in Japan just so I could avoid sitting around like this.

Does this mean that I have been lounging about, doing nothing? Absolutely not. I have been training, biding my time waiting for Viola DeMarco to bring me back into the fold. It seems that I’m not the only one returning to the Odyssey ring either, am I? DiVa and Sweet Roxy are back after a considerable absence as the more active two-thirds of the former World Tag Team Champions. It’s quite amusing to me that the three of you were outsmarted by two of the most incoherent and ridiculous men on the OWA roster. They didn’t beat you because you were sick or injured, did they? They beat you because they were the better team with a better strategy.

Maybe it’s just me, but it seems that the three of you are still focused on that instead of the three of us that will be standing across from you this week. Roni Ozborn, Christie Sky and myself are not the likeliest of teams or the most accomplished but we are definitely a team that can cause you all sorts of problems. Roni’s aerial skills are unparalleled; Christie’s skills are getting better with each passing day...and you are all well aware that I should be the Women’s World Champion at this very moment.

You three all consider yourselves standard bearers, right? In a way, you all are. Roxy, you were a formidable World Champion and helped launch the very show all the ladies compete on. DiVa, you and your friends formed an impressive tag team which in my opinion is easily the best the company has had in its short history. Jonetta has been an integral part of your success as well, adding her power to the versatile skill sets of the other two. I’m actually very glad that I get a chance to measure myself against the three of you. This is not me being sarcastic or patronizing either. You all have been great champions.

I desperately aspire to be one. But not Women's Tag Champion, Openweight Tag Champion, or Goddesses Champion. I want the only championship that truly matters.

I have had to watch weekly as Natalie continues to bask in congratulations, again and again and again. I’ve had to watch challengers constantly fail to achieve something that I know that I can do. I’ve watched Eris patiently stalk her while Natalie just continues to prattle on about how great she is and how Dulce is her only “true” challenge. That’s why these next few weeks and the Clash of the Titans itself is so important to me. There is obviously no other way I can possibly earn a title match. They will do everything in their power to keep me from ever seeing her in a ring again. And even after Eris finally uses the rights granted to her by winning Athena’s Cup, there’s no guarantee that I will find myself in that tournament either should that be contested again.

I refuse to live my life being tortured by what could and should have been. I have to make this right, not just for OWA and Odyssey...but for myself. There seems to be a funny theme in play this week, that this is some Popular Girls vs Freak Girls from high school days gone by. This isn’t a teen movie and I don’t consider myself a freak or geek or you three lunatics to be popular or even very attractive. I spent most of my schooling years being educated at home so honestly I never really figured out how all these cliques and groups formed in schools. Even in my short stints in high schools, I kept to myself...not reading books about romance and far away galaxies...but studying wrestling, embracing how to take better care of my body, how to prepare myself to live the dream that I have lived for the past five years.

That’s the difference between the three of you and myself: You believe that wrestling exists for you as a vehicle to propel yourselves to more money, more fans, more endorsements and movies. I believe that I exist for one thing and one thing only: to be the absolute best wrestler in the world. Not the best female wrestler, not the best on Odyssey, but the best in the World. I have devoted every waking moment of my life to claiming my place at the top. I have an identity and I definitely walk this earth and walk to the ring with a purpose. You three are going to feel that purpose with every strike, every hold and every bit of pain I can administer. There is no place I would rather be, no place I feel more at ease than in a wrestling ring. I didn't make it to OWA because my brother came here. In fact, I was here before he even bothered to set a foot in the door. I have not been apart of headline matches because I am some token black girl or checked off someone's geek fetish. I'm here because I am without question one of the best in the world at what I do, do you understand? Win or lose, this will not change my plans for the Clash. Roni and Christie will still be involved and I will have to find a way to deal with them if they cross me then. The three of you will also be involved apparently and that will be a challenge should you all manage to make it to the end together.

This week though? I’m totally focused on making sure your losing ways continue. I want to see the looks on all your faces when you realize that we, those misfits you condescend to on a weekly basis, actually beat you in your own game in the house that you allegedly built. Will you all hold another press conference to cry out excuse after excuse? Will you go kill innocent animals for just their skin to make yourselves feel better? Change your name on a whim?

Or are you actually going to put in the work and fucking get better?

Maybe Jonetta hasn’t informed you, Roxy and DiVa, but much has changed since the Dollhouse roamed free doing what they wanted on Odyssey. People like Dulce Torres, April Song, Stephanie Matsuda, Roni Ozborn, even Natalie, have pushed the brand to heights that you lot could only dream of elevating it to on your own. This isn’t a monopoly that you control, it’s a hard-hitting pantheon of the strongest women of the world where everyone has to give their all every week just to stay relevant. There is no “birthright”, there is no “destiny”....only what you can carve out with your own fist matters.

My fists are going to deliver a message ...no, they are going to deliver TWO messages to all of you: This show isn’t your playground anymore; those days are finished. The second message? The fury of the Lioness of the Heavens is more than a match for any of you.

I’m the one to bring OWA and Odyssey to an even higher level this year and this decade. This Saturday, I’m going to show you all why.

[Suddenly, the twirling of the sword stops and Diantha looks up.]

And so my hunt begins.

Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2020, 10:40 pm by Guest

The scene fades in to the locker room in the midst of an OWA live event. Bags and suitcases are lined up against the walls, clothes and ring gear are spread across the room. Hayden Cross and Kyle are sat in the corner of the room. Cross mutters to himself, his fingers running through his wiry, auburn hair. Kyle, on the other hand, is contrasting to Cross’ hectic, animated demeanor. He sits there with his hands in his pockets, his eyes shielded by a pair of aviator sunglasses, motionless. Cori Simmons walks up to both men with a microphone in hand and intrudes on the conversation he was having with himself.

Cori Simmons: Hayden Cross, that was a great win you got in your match tonight. That being said, I just wanted to ask what you think went wrong with your match two weeks ago against Jeff X?

Cross looks up towards Cori, half-scowling and half-confused as Cori moves her microphone over to him for his answer.

Hayden Cross: ...What? What “went wrong”? What went wrong is that Arata Asakura came out while I was fighting someone else and tried to taunt me with my keys. You have eyes, right?

Cori tries to not appear insulted, instead moving on to her next question.

Cori Simmons: Well, after you were able to regain “your” Keys to the Kingdom, Jeff X ultimately made sure they found their way back to Arata Asakura. How do you feel about that?

Once again Cori moves the microphone over to Hayden Cross who seems to be growing more frustrated by the second. Kyle still sits there quietly. He reluctantly answers.

Hayden Cross: How does that make me feel, Cori? I don’t know, Cori, how would it make you feel if you’d constantly been shafted and just sacrificed a big win for yourself for the sake of a world title opportunity, only to have it ripped away from you again? I feel pretty fucking SHITTY, Cori.

The tension is boiling over pretty quickly but Cori hopes she can get out one last question.

Cori Simmons: Those feelings must all be coming to a head with this eight man tag team match on the--

Cross launches himself upwards, sending the chair flying and shoving Kyle down to the floor — who remains unperturbed and accepts his newfound position — and Cori flinches backwards. He snatches the microphone from Cori’s hand and uses it for himself, pressing forwards and backing her into the corner.

Hayden Cross: Let me guess, Cori. You wanna know how I feel about that too, right? Well I’ll tell you now and save you the trouble of pissing me off any further with your stupid goddamn questions. I don’t care about this match in the slightest. Not one bit. In this match there’s one person I care about, two at a push, and the other guy is ON MY FUCKING TEAM. I don’t care about that face-painted faux Judas Christopher Sabertooth. I don’t care about Moongoose McQueen, even if he did give me lice. I don’t care about the former leader of that one racially exploitative-sounding stable Carlos Rosso. I don’t care about Nate Cage and quite frankly I think I should be staying far, far away from him. Former World Champ or not, I don’t care about Aria Jaxon. I barely care about Jeff X! The only man I give more than a single shit about is Arata Asakura and that’s because he has my fucking keys! Nothing else matters! Not the former champs, not the future champs, not the guys I’ve already faced before, none of them. Just. Those. Keys.

Cross walks forward even further, to the point that he’s pressed Cori between his body and the wall of the locker room, microphone still in his hand as he stares her dead in the eyes.

Hayden Cross: Is that a good enough answer for you, Cori?! Fuck this match and fuck everyone in it… and fuck you too while I’m at it. I came here to make money and win titles. There’s no title on the line here, not even a title opportunity, and there’s certainly no fucking money in this match. There’s eight people. That means the winner’s purse has to be split between four of them. So, like I said, I don’t care about this match. It’s not what I’m here for and if it wasn’t for the fact that I was contractually obligated to show up to work then I wouldn’t. Now get the hell out of my face, Cori, before I do something you regret making me do.

Cross backs off and Cori Simmons immediately bolt past him through the locker room door. Kyle is still laying on the floor with his hands in his pockets. The agitated man with the microphone, however, isn’t quite done. He walks over to the camera with the mic and gets right up in the lens.

Hayden Cross: I don’t believe in fate but if any one of you in this match so much as tries to fuck with me, you’ll be sealing yours. Don’t test me.

With that, Cross begins walking out of the locker room but before he does he tosses the microphone as hard as he can against the wall that creates a loud static “pop”. He slams the locker room door behind him and the camera pans back over to Kyle who still hasn’t moved.

Kyle: Zzzzzz…

The camera focus blurs before fading to black. The scene ends.

Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2020, 7:40 pm by **DE'MARION.**

September 17th, 2016
8AM Pacific Time
Sunny Los Angeles, California
Embassy Suites by Hilton

(As we greeted with a birdś eye view of the surroundings, we see that the City of Angels appears to be a very apt title for the location. A vibrant town surrounded by vast mountain ranges, valleys, forests, beautiful beaches, the metropolitan area's lively environment is matched, if not outmatched, by the people populating it. Smiling, care free faces walk the streets while cars filled with friends and family pass them by on the roads. Overlooking all of this from atop the Embassy Suites is not the powerful Sonora gang member, La Llorona, but rather the downtrodden and washed up Nicole. Sitting on her bed with a few unopened boxes worth of her belongings, she passes her time by alternating between people watching from the window and having her head down looking at the floor. She expresses a sigh but no sound comes out - her energy to low to even do that.)

Nicole: I hate it here.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

(Nicole turns her attention to the front of her suite as the sound of banging at the door catches her attention. Nicole waits on her bed keenly as the person knocking seems to be following a pattern of sorts. She shakes her head in approval once it gets to the final beats, signaling that that was she wanted to hear.)

Nicole: There we go….

(Nicole jumps out of her bed and makes her way to the door, quickly opening it and seeing who is on the other end with calm expectancy. Wearing cargo shorts, pure white wife beater and sporting a sleeve tattoo for each arm, stepping into Nicole's suite is what seems to be the stereotypical cholo - two in fact.)

Nicole: About time you knuckleheads showed up! Jeff, Pascal, the hell took you so long?

Pascal: Tranquila, chica! Do you really want to be rude to your welcoming crew?

Jeff: Yeah, we come to check up on you and get you settled in and this is how you want to get things started with us?

Nicole: Alright, alright. I’m SORRY, ok? I’m just….overwhelmed right now.

Pascal: That's LA for you. There's so much going on, it's a lot to take in.

Nicole: It's not just the surroundings, it's this whole situation in general. Leaving Mexico, being stuck here. My family, gone. My power, gone. I'm starting from scratch in a whole new environment and there's no turning back. There’s no GETTING BACK what I lost. And I'm supposed to move forward with THIS! I’m This is all that’s left for me? This is how things are meant to be - cursed to a life surrounded by a bunch of fakes? Being another body just strolling around, practically fading into the background?

Jeff: That’s just how it’s going to have to be. You made your bed with the move. You accepted being here. Things are different and there’s a much tighter, far more complex order to things around these parts. It’s not like back home where everything will go in your favor ten times out of ten. But you don’t have to be down. There’s still room for you to move up. There’s still a way for you to make things happen!

Pascal: He’s right. And you’re right too, Llorona. There are a lot of fakes here. There are also a lot of “bodies”. But you don’t have to be either one of them. You can make it. You’re just going to have to put in your time. And we’ll help you. We’re the welcoming committee remember? It’s about more than helping you move in your things. We’re here to help you transition into your next stage of life. To humble you. To show you the ropes. There’s a whole new balance in these parts and we’re going to teach you it. It will pain you to go through it at first, but you’ll be better because of it. Understood, chica?

Nicole: …..Si.

(Letting out yet another sigh, Nicole’s friends continue to help her get settled in as the scene reaches a close.)
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You know, at this point I like to view myself as Odyssey’s personal on demand welcoming crew. For weeks, the brand has been going through a new superstar initiative of sorts; bringing in so many fresh and exciting faces from all corners of the wrestling industry. From the bright eyed, inexperienced rookies to the second generation wrestlers built up since childhood, to the misfit toys of other promotions, all of the way to raw talents dug up from the underground and uncovered for the mainstream. We’ve seen a lot of different people, a lot of different styles, and a lot of different backgrounds get introduced to the Pink brand since I’ve arrived, and as these ladies trickle in one by one, I’ve consistently been the designated person to give them their first match. Don’t believe me? Come on, this makes it -- what? The 4th time? Maybe 5th? It’s become quite the routine, really. Every two weeks I get sent the memo for my booking and what do I see? Me kicking things off with the newest signee or return. Just like clockwork. Now, some might be in my position and get frustrated about this role. Having to constantly see themselves get put against the unestablished. They’d view it as practically babysitting, busy work, or flat out call it a “nothing match”. Don’t get me wrong, of course I would love nothing more than to sink my teeth into a contendership match, or a main event, or generally a match with some stakes involved. But the role I’m playing right now is one I’m certainly proud to have. It’s a very important role in the grand scheme of things and it is one that is necessary to maintain order on Odyssey.

There are plenty of liars and scumbags which take up space here in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, but at the end of the day, everyone here is still apart of a prestigious group. They’re mainstays in the biggest game in town. It doesn’t take a special person to get in, people can surely slip through the cracks, but it damn sure takes a special person to stick around and stand out from the rest. This is a challenging, hellish environment and if you want to find yourself at the top of the landscape you’re going to have to scratch, crawl, bite and sacrifice EVERYTHING to get there. If you’re someone who has just signed the dotted line to be here, things are going to be a lot different than wherever you came up at, and you’re going to learn that real quick. That’s where I come in. To teach them the ropes; show them what Odyssey is going to be like. I get to humble them before they enter Odyssey with this false bravado or think they’ll be the one who can hotshot their way to the marquee of the card. I get to be the one to break them down, and hopefully allow them to build themselves back up. A brutal beating from me lets them know right off the bat that things won’t always be going their way. When they’re here, they’re starting at the bottom. Forget anything they’ve done before because it’s irrelevant. And if they think they can’t hack it around here, they’ll know where the door is before they waste too much time getting their hopes up and becoming invested in this place.

The filter for Odyssey is in place and up next to go through it is one Alyssa Grace. She’s got a nice look to her. She’s got a determined attitude, and I’ve seen her work and it’s not too shabby. I will say, the one thing that grinds on my nerves having to face these new talents every week is….that first interview of theirs is always so repetitive. Same exact story of how happy and grateful there are to be here, same exact promises of what’s to come. They get in front of the camera and tell the world how they’re going to kick off their OWA career right, how they don’t know too much about me but they’ll know I’m going to be tough. They make it known that they plan to make an impact, and they also are going to beat me despite my experience. I hate to write people off by saying they’re a dime a dozen or saying “I’ve heard this before”, but it certainly applies to little Miss Grace here. Might seem unfair to dismiss you and your confidence, but when you have a track record of proving that exact narrative wrong a solid three times in a row, it becomes ridiculous to even entertain it the next go around. Miho Li literally touted herself as Invincible and all it took me was about seven minute in the ring before I had her getting chewed out by her mentor for getting bodied in her debut. You’re going to be just like her, Grace. You aren’t any different no matter how hard you want to be. I know it. I’ll prove it.

You asked me who I am to judge another’s potential and I’ll tell you. My whole life has been about judging others character, vetting who is reliable and who is not. Having top men and women in my circle was a necessity to stay alive -- I know you said you’ve been through a lot, but you can’t put yourself on the level of a lifetime fighter like me until you’ve spent a decade staring into the face of death. Dozens of people hoped to join our ranks, thinking they were about that life, and all they did was get theirs taken. Poor souls. Foolish souls. Such a common occurrence we could practically telegraph it. When you have an experienced eye such as mine you can tell from a mile away who’s got the stuff and who doesn’t. You can also tell who has potential. Those are the ones you give a chance, but don’t let go running off on their own too early. They don’t get to go into the trenches with the big dogs, they stay back and take notes for their own good. They’re the ones you make pay dues and train them for where they need to be. They’ll want to be hot shots and show they can be like us, but soon enough they figure out they have to walk before they can run. And that’s where you come in Alyssa. You have potential, I can tell. That potential isn’t going to have you leaping over a person like me in the totem pole, though. You’re independence scene good. You’re opening match on Odyssey good. But you’re not good enough to stand up to a cutthroat, cold hearted bitch like Llorona. You’re a little fish, Grace. A little fish swimming with sharks. And after you brush past your first shark this Saturday you’ll realize you need to get your weight up.

Welcome to Odyssey, Alyssa -- where everything you’ve been through before doesn’t mean a thing now. If you thought you had it bad in the minors, just know that shit gets real from here.

Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2020, 6:24 pm by **Zumi**

Odyssey #1

“To The Top!!”

I didn’t mean to cost Stephanie her match last week, everyone should know that by now. If I wanted to do that, I would have but even after she interrupted me on Odyssey. This is the difference between me and her, Stephanie will be watching this match and part of me wants to hear what she has to say about me. Instead of focusing on her and the loss at Hardcore Havoc, I gotta focus on Clash Of The Titans and what lies ahead for me. The goal still stands, I want to become OWA Women’s Champion again and write my name with an accolade never done before as the first-ever two-time World Champion in OWA history. Time isn’t on my side but I’m going to push forward and strive towards the biggest goal in my mind right now. Stephanie simply is the biggest roadblock in my way of moving forward. She’ll be on commentary for my match against Eris, I can’t wait to hear how she runs her mouth. I know better than anyone in this company, Stephanie Matsuda will take any chance to have people hear her talk and people will know how she is better than me. This is what my relation with Cloud has come down to, a constant duel of wanting to one-up each other. She’ll luckily not have to deal Natalie Cage on commentary. I feel bad for Ashley and Gia, they will probably sound annoyed by Stephanie’s ramblings.

Regardless of that, I think we should move on to the Athena Cup winner and talk about her. I’ve only really faced Eris in a single tag team match last year but I know everything she is capable of. She is violent, brutal, dangerous and whatever word fits her, she is that. It’s going to be a huge task ahead of me but I’m going into this week’s Odyssey with an opportunity to seal a win against the Athena Cup winner. Her Athena Cup is almost a refurbished Ring of Opportunity, a guaranteed title match at any place, anywhere and anytime. Unlike me, I don’t think Eris plans to give the Women’s Champion a heads up about the cash in. She’ll take her time and find the best time to cash in and take the Women’s Championship for herself. You seem to have plenty of time before you cash in, Eris. There have been plenty of places when I was watching the show where I thought you might pull the trigger and go for gold. I won’t lie, it’s really interesting to see others in a similar position to where I was last year but what is most important right now is your match with me. A massive disadvantage going into this bout, it almost feels like the odds are stacked but either way, I plan on winning and moving towards the big goal that I have myself set on accomplishing this year. The intention I have is to become the Women’s World Champion one more time is set, and the only I can set myself in the right path is to win in my first match of the new decade. You don’t seem to be the person who takes a match lightly, so I expect the absolute best against someone who is practically guaranteed if she cashes in against an exhausted and tired champion like the Athena Cup is intended.

Part of me wonders what is taking her so long to cash in. Of course, you can’t rush important things such a title match cash in but I thought by now you would have wanted to be World Champion and run the show but here you stand without that. It is your title opportunity after all and you know when the time is right for you but I would do it before your Athena Cup becomes an afterthought. You don’t want that to happen right? Eris I expect something before our match comes around, you won’t just accept defeat right? This is something that I have been looking forward to for a while. A match that has been on my mind since there a lot of people on the Odyssey roster I didn’t get to face you in a singles match during my first tenure. So there is some excitement inside of me, I get to see what you are truly made but first I need to see if you even decide to show.

Meanwhile, I think my final thoughts should be about Stephanie Matsuda. I’ve made it clear that I don’t like you, I don’t like anything about you at all anymore. You interfered in my hopes and dreams of becoming OWA Women’s Champion once again and it seems you won’t go away. Believing that you were the reason I was signed to OWA is quite bold. You pretty much with one thing tried to kill off whatever I have done in my career, quite bold from you. Since I got to be the one who is better in the ring, you got the ability to just talk nonstop without ever wondering what you say. It simply doesn’t matter who you talk about, you just need to put yourself on a completely higher pedestal than whoever you are talking about. You’ll show me what it means to be an Ace? Someone who disappeared on her brand in the worst way possible, you left your so-called “empire” without saying a word to anyone, you left after getting everything in the world but yet you call me out for wanting to time take off and say I was scared? You think I wasn’t the Ace before you showed your blue hair around here.

Just stay out of my way during my match and I’ll show you the Ace that I am.

Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2020, 9:25 am by **Natalie Cage**

Natalie Cage - Wiping Out The Void

Natalie Cage’s workout is one of intense, explosive bursts. As we get a good look of her gym and the people inside, it’s clear to see that the OWA Women’s World Champion is putting in the work. Natalie is performing pull-ups with unbridled ferocity. Every time her chin meets the bar, her grunt gets louder, her eyes narrower. The chains draped over her neck for extra weight are nothing to this monument to dominance. The veins in her biceps are bulging, she’s prepped for a fight.

One hundred.

Cage dismounts and removes the chains, before wiping herself down and sitting on a nearby mat, legs crossed and eyes fixed on the camera.

I’ve maintained an attitude of working hard and playing harder for my entire career. Today, I put in the work. When that bell rings, I get to play. My ethos is yet to let me down. And as I’m just over two weeks out from the biggest match of my life, I’ve got a lot to think about. I’ve been doing some reflection and I don’t know if I’ve actually taken the time to appreciate everything I’ve made happen in my time here. OWA’s been good to me, Odyssey’s been great to me. I’ve got to live out a dream that most of my peers…well, for them it will remain a dream. What? Am I supposed to act like all of this hasn’t happened? Am I supposed to fake humility or ignore the obvious fact that very few people are worthy of being on my level?

I thought Stephanie and Azumi might be able to scratch my itch but now I’ve realised that Dulce Torres is the only woman who can get the job done at this point. She’s my greatest opponent and I’m doing everything in my power to be 100% walking into that match. That’s why I specifically requested a tune-up for the final Odyssey before Clash. And if you’re gonna fight, might as well make it a big one. Doesn’t get much bigger than Nyx, literally. She’s the biggest woman on the roster and I’m looking forward to chopping down a massive fuck-off tree like her.

Way I see it, Nyx has a hell of an opportunity at hand and all she’s doing is talking about how she’s Eris’s bitch, just like Artemis did. Look Nyx, I don’t particularly give a fuck about whatever pop psychology you level at me. You’re parroting the same thing everyone else has said: that I’m a complacent champ who’s running out of steam. At this point, those words have been said so much that the meaning’s been lost. Now, if you can present me with some evidence for this, I’d like to see it. But when you go looking for that evidence, all you’re gonna find is a trail of bodies left by me. I don’t have to have this match with you. I don’t have to wrestle anyone I don’t want to. I’m the world champ and I’m fucking the boss, you have any idea how much clout I’ve got, bitch? I can do what you CLAIM I do and coast from defence to defence. If I really wanted to, I could just never show up on Odyssey altogether and be a PPV player.

I don’t, you know why? Because I love being vindicated every time I step in the ring with someone who thinks they’ve got me figured out. Then, I drop them on their fucking arse and they think “oh shit, I totally went about that the wrong way”. You have the chance to angle yourself for a world title shot, Nyx. This is the single biggest match you’ve ever had and you’re insulting me by wasting my time. This is why Dulce is gunning for the belt and people like you aren’t. She has two brain cells to rub together and knows that she won’t get anywhere by calling me a lazy performer. Every match I’m improving, every win I notch, I’m just proving what everyone here knows: I’m better. You can’t even hype yourself up, Nyx. All I’m hearing is that your plan is to soften me up for your boss. I hate to be the one that tells you this, but your boss? She’s a fucking joke, mate.

If there is ONE member of the Odyssey roster who has continued to be a letdown, it’s fucking Eris. Some people – namely her – act like there’s this big rivalry between us. Mate, we’ve had two matches and I won both of them DECISIVELY. She’s 0-2 against me and yet has somehow hoodwinked you into thinking she’s the silver bullet that can take me out. God, I almost feel sorry for you and Artemis, following some delusional cunt who’s too afraid to cash in her guaranteed world title shot when she’s had so many chances to do it. I could barely walk after Hardcore Havoc, where was your great leader then? I’ll tell you where: shitting herself because she just saw me tear through two of the best in the game. At that point, it hit her that she doesn’t stand a fucking chance of being champ as long as I’m holding the belt.

Eris thinks she can remain relevant by surrounding herself with bodies and all it does is give me more bodies to catch. Eris? Beat her. Artemis? Beat her. Time to complete the set. I wanna be the first person to pin every single member of The Void in the middle of the ring. What a worthless joke of a faction. No titles to show for your “dominance”, no notable wins aside from the Athena’s Cup – which your boss is never cashing in at this rate – what else? Christ, you three have barely got a pot to piss in. Eris had her shot at redemption at Civil War and holy shit, you wanna talk about a weak link? She did fuck all in the elimination match, embarrassing. Dulce made it right to the end and repped Odyssey like a true warrior, The Void got laughed out of the building.

That’s all your group exists for, to get merked by legit competition. You think it bothers me when people claim I pick easy fights? That I’m some tactical mastermind who will do anything to avoid taking a loss? Why would I let straight up lies hold any merit? Anyone with a working head can look at what I’ve done and realise, “oh, actually she’s beat fucking everybody there is to beat”. I’m not the one who’s deluding myself, it’s every opponent I get who’s doing that. Nyx, you’re just one of a very long line of people who aren’t getting it. I’m not champion by accident. I don’t win by mistake. I have made things happen while people like you are the complacent ones. What have you accomplished? You’re happy to hitch yourself to Eris’s wagon like the broken wheel you are and collect that OWA paycheck. You’re not capable of beating me. Fuck, I wouldn’t favour you in a fight with anyone of merit here. April, Dulce, Roni, Diantha…man I reckon Christie would batter you as well.

You seem to be under some illusion that this is the start of better things coming your way, but that’s not how any of this works. You’re here to take that L, get paid and leave. That’s it. I refuse to allow myself to lose anyone as lacking in notoriety as you. At first, when I picked you as my opponent, I thought you'd present some kind of unique challenge. But your words have taught me you're just another face in the crowd. You’re big and you’re strong but that’s a dime a dozen in this industry. What can you possibly offer that could put me away? I’ve bled buckets for this company. I’ve fallen from great heights and spent more nights in hospital than I have in my home. I live for the thrill of pain and the high of chasing victory. We are not the same. I am your superior and the more you nip at my heels, the more tempted I am to stamp the fuck out of you. When my fist connects with your face and my boot breaks your ribs, you’re gonna start to realise how much you fucked up. This isn’t about your group getting one over on the champ. This isn’t about Eris ruining my run. This is about a nobody running their mouth and talking on something they know nothing about and getting what’s coming to them. If you just laid out your case and said that you wanna take me on because you wanna beat the best…I would have respected that.

But you’ve disrespected me, Nyx. All I’m hearing is that you’re a pawn in some grand game that Eris is playing, so what is the point of you? Pawns are made to be sacrificed. You’ve admitted to being cannon fodder for your boss and I will relish in taking you out to prove my point that The Void aren’t worth spit. I’m gonna cradle your head in my arms and let the cameras focus in on your unconscious face, so Eris can get a good view of what I’m capable of. Maybe the beatings I put on her last year damaged her memory, but it’s fine, because beating the shit out of you ought to serve as a decent reminder.

It’s time to abandon hope and learn your place, girl. While you take another L for the group of jobbers you represent, I’ll remember what you said about my complacency and chuckle at the continued idiocy of this division. All roads lead to Dulce. That’s a collision course that I refuse to let be interrupted. While you might be a speedbump – and a big one, at that – I’m gonna fucking kill you if I have to.

For you, this is the biggest match of your life. For me, it’s a Saturday.

Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2020, 6:34 am by **Bobby Wheeler**

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>source: unknown
>sender: nate cage

Hello everyone, this is Nate Cage. I hope this message finds you well. If it doesn’t, please let me know, because I’m worried there are some bad people looking for me who might try and intercept it. But they’ll never find me. They can’t find me. I’m gone and have been for some time. But it’s alright, because we’re all going to be together very soon. A great, big family reunion with all of my friends.

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

Let me address the elephant in the room first, I’m sorry about Finnegan Wakefield. Finn’s a good egg but I needed to make myself an omelette. It’s nice to see him out and about though, it’s important to remain positive. I saw that he had a bit of a spat with my good friend JD Damon as well, nice to see him kicking around again. Where did he go? Ah well, he has the pleasure of facing Kenny Drake this week, and they both have my support. Lovely men. Absolutely lovely. Wouldn’t wish any harm to the hairs on their heads.

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

And well done to Kenny! World Champion! That does put a smile on my face! Kenny, you probably won’t read this but if you’re there, we’re long overdue a catch-up. How are the kids? We need to meet up sometime, have some coffee. Would love a chat

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

Now, I have to talk to my other friends. Hello! Aria! Aria, Aria, Aria, it’s been a while! Sorry to see that you got banged up at Hardcore Havoc! Great match though! I had a fun time watching it. I see that you’re looking to win the Clash again and I for one want to wish you luck. You’re very good so it is possible, but not if I have anything to say about it! Haha, cheeky, I know, but I love to joke around, you know this. I was a little hurt that you didn’t mention my name when bringing up people who’ve beat you though, that hurt my feelings. Why would you do that to me? That’s not what friends do. It’s okay though, I’ve never held a grudge in my life so you shouldn’t worry too much about it. It’s gonna be great to stand opposite you in the ring again and show you just how much I’ve learned since the last time we locked horns. I’ve done a lot of soul searching and a lot personal growth has happened, you’re gonna be really proud of me. I’m just gonna pretend that when you molly whopped the fuck outta me with that chair, it was a gesture of good faith. I mean, you knew that it wouldn’t hurt me, so I assume it’s your way of expressing friendship. Haha, silly Aria, always making jokes and being playful. You silly goose.

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

Speaking of geese, what a team you’ve got standing alongside you! So many new toys that I can’t wait to play with! Moongoose! We’ve played before and what a grand old time it was! It’s a shame Finn decided to make it all about him, but hey ho, it is what it is. You really hit me hard and it tickled, what a great day that was had by all! Mr. God of War, you’re doing alright for yourself, I see. You’re putting your differences with your teammates aside and standing firm with them. You know what? That’s such a positive outlook to have! You beat Arata and now you’ve gotta rely on him to help guide you to victory. And I KNOW that there’s sparks flying between yourself and Ms. Jaxon…OOOO! She is for real! Never meant to make the Goosey cry, she apologised a trillion times!

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

You know that one, MoonMoon? OutKast are a wonderful pair of blokes. I must write to them some time. Aaaaany way, we’ve crossed paths before, Goosey boy, so I expect you to put your best foot forward and make this worth my while. It’s such a great line-up that I’m spoiled for choice! I mean, we’ve got the new kid on the block in Arata. Oh boy, what a talent! A real prospect who’s made his mark in a short amount of time, you love to see it!

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

Arata, you show up and you kick bottom and I LOVE that energy! Poor old Hayden Cross didn’t know what hit him! He’s a grumpy lad, the man has fish and chips on his shoulder, I tell you! It’s alright though, it’s me who has to worry about keeping a lid on the crazy bugger! Ha! You’re spot on with your analysis, Arry, let me tell you that. Hayden is definitely the member of this team who everyone should be looking over their shoulder at, though I must say, I’m a little hurt at what you had to say about me. I don’t think you’ve watched much OWA from the sounds of things, I’m harmless! All this talk of me being sadistic and violent and all manner of horrible things, where’s this coming from? I’ve forged so many worthwhile friendships in this business and I hoped that you’d be another one! I love to fool around with my friends, and we pull some japes on each other from time to time but there’s nothing nefarious about it.

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

It’s fine, it’s fine, Arata, you’ll find out soon enough that I’m all about peace and love. And as excited as I am for our paths to cross, what I’m REALLY excited about is HAVOC! HAVOC! OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOUR WORK! Sorry if I sound like a fanboy, but my goodness, aren’t you a specimen? And you said so many nice things about me! Havoc, I am blushing, my friend, let me tell you that. Ever since your makeover (did you do something with your hair?), you’ve been such a lovely chap! Your playtime with Nasir was a joy to watch and I wouldn’t feel too hard done by, because you did some great stuff that impressed me A LOT! I can’t believe we get to finally properly hang out. My dad kept telling me that it couldn’t happen, but I told him that I’m a grown-up and can do what I want. We’re all grown-ups here, aren’t we? Havoc, I WILL NOT let you down! We’re gonna have a hell of a time! Maybe when all of this is done, we can be besties? We can be besties like me and Kenny or me and Jeff. I’ll let you into the Best Friends Gang and we’ll do such wonderful things together! Yes…yes I think I would like that. See you soon!

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

And WOW, what a group of people I get to share the ring with. The cream of the crop or WHAT?! Where to start?! Carlos Rosso! THE Carlos Rosso! The man who currently holds that BEAUTIFUL tag belt! Hey Carlos, not to brag but…did you know that myself and Kenny were the first people to hold the tag belts? I know, I know, I’m blowing my own trumpet, but I just want to let you know that I get it man. I’ve been there in the trenches with nothing but me and my partner watching my back. And I won’t make any exceptions here. Me and you are tag team specialists and we’ve got the accolades to show for it, so make no mistake when I say that we’re gonna get along famously this Sunday. It’s a shame Keelan can’t make it, I would have loved to have been with someone who I can tell you is my UNDISPUTED mate. Nice to see he’s rekindling his friendship with Kenny though, what a beautiful moment in our sport. Oh uhh, sorry about that time we made you go to Olympus, wasn’t my idea, I swear to God.

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

Oh boy, Hayden! Mate, we have A LOT of catching up to do. We haven’t hung out yet, what gives with that? I like the whole get-up man, seriously, dig your style. You look like your next shower will be your first and never wear a shirt, it’s radical. IT’S WHACKY! Le whacky man is what I’m gonna call you, as long as you’re okay with that, of course. Oh boy, the way you punch people for fun, I can respect it. I used to do a lot of that before Kenny hurt me by accident. It’s fine though, because now I don’t feel the hurty hurty pain anymore! It’s pretty great, honestly. Now, I know that you’re upset that Arata took your keys but don’t worry! Every key has a lock and I think that the lock…is you! You’re the only thing that those keys has use for and I’m gonna help you get them back! First of all, we need to call a locksmith, then, we need to…wait, no. Sorry, I just read up on the wiki that the keys are symbolic. Ah well, just think about what I said!

I’m going to fucking kill all of you.

And last but NOT least, Jeffrey! OH MY GOD I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! HOW ARE YOU DOING?! Jesus, when was the last time we hung out? It’s been way too long, let me tell you. You were Spartans Champion for so long that I didn’t think I’d ever see you again! Because as we all know, I’m not allowed near that belt. Or any belt, for that matter. I’m not sure why, maybe I’m allergic to the metal and the powers that be are just keeping me safe. Ah well, it’s good to reunite with my best friend in the whole wide world. Thank God it’s opposite day, because otherwise those rude things you said about me would be very offensive indeed. But I know you, Jeff, you’d never say anything mean about me. I mean, after all we’ve been through? Remember that time I kidnapped your uncle and took over your entire town? Oh, the games we would play. I’m not really too interested in playing army anymore, not sure why. But it’s cool because I’m being looked after by some very nice people. They tell me that I’m being-

>audiofile.exe

“What the fuck is he doing? Who let him near the computer? NATE GET OFF OF THAT THING! WHAT ARE YOU?! NO! FUCK…WHERE’S HIS MASK?! GET THE FUCKING MASK ON HIM NOW! CHRIST! I GO AWAY FOR ONE HOUR AND YOU’RE LETTING HIM SKULK AROUND THE FACILITY LIKE THIS?! YOU KNOW HE’S NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD! YOU KNOW WHAT HE’S CAPABLE OF!”

“Oh, you’re the nice man who gave me my special mask. Hello! Sorry if I did something wrong, I just wanted to talk to my wrestling friends! It’s been a while since we had a heart to heart and I-“

“Okay, the mask’s on, he should shut up now. That was too fucking close. We can’t afford for this shit to get out. He’s too special. He’s too important. If anyone finds out what we’re doing then it’s our asses on the chopping block. Now drop him off at the farm and fill out your paperwork, this is the LAST time he gets out, you understand?”

>transmission ends

Re: OWA Promos January 16th 2020, 3:09 am by **Jeff X**

The scene opens up and we immediately see Jeff X sitting behind the wheel of his old pickup truck. As Jeff cruises along, his eyes never shifting from the road in front of him. He has his left hand clasped tightly around the steering wheel and his right wrapped around an open bottle of Bud Light as Garth Brooks echoes from the speakers. Through the window, we can see that Jeff is driving along an old dirt road and the only thing in view is miles of fields and woods on either side of the bumpy dirt path.

“This business...it’s certainly strange. In most professions, co-workers usually all work together to try and achieve one collective goal...but here...teamwork is always very fleeting...only existing for mere moments at a time. I’ve been around for a while now. I’ve seen a lot of people come and a lot of people go. And the one constant for everyone is that they all want to be the best. But the truth is some people are just better at it than others. There’s many different ways to go about achieving success in this industry and sadly some people never figure out any of them. Maybe it’s because their too trusting and don’t realize that at the end of the day, everyone here is only in this for themselves. The very nature of this job will lead you to meet all different kinds of wrestlers with all different kinds of personalities. Most of them fall by the wayside as you’ll look back on them as nothing more than an acquaintance you had at some point. Some you’ll grow disdain for and others will earn your respect. You’ll have allies and foes that change and realign themselves seemingly every day. Occasionally you’ll find someone who’ll get under you skin so bad to the point that you’ve made a sworn, blood enemy whom you’ll despise with every ounce of your heart and soul...and every once in a great while you’ll meet somebody that you can actually consider a friend. But the common denominator is...that they are all just in it for themselves. That’s just the nature of the beast. If you need proof of that, you have to look no further than this coming Kingdom.”

Jeff reaches into the pocket of his coat and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Reds, lighting one up before he continues.

“Over a quarter of the Clash of Titans field will be separated off into teams like it’s a damn pickup basketball game. There’s no liking each other and there’s not even an ounce of trust between us. But everyone wants to win. Nobody wants to take a loss heading into Clash of Titans. It’s the one match that can truly change your life and every single one of us want to head into it with as much momentum as we can. So I have no doubt in my mind, that even though we may not be able to coexist...I can at least count on the men at my side to want to win this as much as I do. And let’s face it...it’s no secret that I’m the odd man out on this team. Despised at one point or another by all three of my ‘teammates’...I’m sure they all still hold a bit of resentment for having fallen to me the last time we faced off. I’m actually certain that Hayden Cross does. For it was less than two weeks ago on Kingdom that I pinned you in the middle of that ring. And you’ve certainly proven that you dwell way too long on a tough loss. But don’t take it too personally kid...you just weren’t in my league. In fact...though I may be the odd man out in terms of team popularity...you’re the odd man out here in terms of actual skill. But let’s face it Hayden...you’ve lost two straight matches now...you can’t afford a third. So do us a favor...sit back...let the rest of us do what we do...try not to fuck anything up...and I promise that I’ll get you back in the win column.”

Jeff pauses to hit his smoke and take a drink from the bottle.

“So from the least impressive resume, to the most impressive...my next teammate, Carlos Rosso, might be the only person on this team that I actually have any respect for. After all, we have a bit of history ourselves, don’t we Carlos? It wasn’t that long ago that we were beating the hell out of each other at Game Over. Now you’re not exactly on my Christmas card list...but you took your loss like a man. You went out and regrouped and now you sit here as one half of the tag team champions. Congratulations on that by the way. Now what do you say you use that newfound team player mentality of yours to help me get us a win this week? We already know that Hayden’s pretty much useless...and as for our other teammate? Well…”

Jeff looks suddenly irritated as he shakes his head and flicks his cigarette out the window.

“My old fucking friend Nate Cage. Been a little while, hasn’t it? Seems Kenny Drake making his return to OWA was finally enough to get you off my back. And now here we are...all these months later...being forced to fight on the same team. And Cage I don’t have much to say to you considering you’ve gone basically mute by now, but I want to make something perfectly clear. I don’t care how long it’s been. I don’t care how much has changed. I don’t even care that our co-existence could be the deciding factor of this match. I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. I still want to ram my fist into the side of your skull everytime that I hear your fucking name. But I’m a professional. I’m going to do my job this weekend and get you a win. That is...if you play ball. Cause Nate...if you make one false move, so help me God, I will strike down the Devil himself. Maybe Hayden and Carlos don’t see it, but I know you better than anyone this side of Kenny Drake...and this new version of you isn’t something you’ve just recently become. You’ve always been this wretched abomination. You’ve always been The Devil. Only now you have to cover your face so the world can’t see the shame in your eyes when you fail. And that’s fine. You do whatever you have to. But I’m warning you Cage...you fuck up one time and try something...and we will pick up right where we left off.”

Jeff takes another drink to calm his nerves a bit.

“But my teammates aren’t the only ones that I have to worry about...after all I do have four actual opponents. Starting with Arata Asakura. Don’t know much about you as you’re the only person in this match I’ve never faced before. I do appreciate your compliments, but make no mistake kid...I didn’t give your keys back as a favor to you. I did out of respect for those very Keys. I know firsthand how much they can change your career. I put too much work into claiming those for myself to see someone, who didn’t actually win them, holding on to them. So I helped...but that’s where my handouts to you end. Like Hayden, you’re the weak link of your team. You’re surrounded by main event players and for you own sake...I hope you do a better job of holding your own in that ring, than you do of holding onto your Keys...otherwise you’re going to be in for an awfully long night son.”

“Next up...Moongoose McQueen. A man who has spent the last few months complaining about the opportunities that have been given to others instead of to him. And you know what...I agree with him. You should have received a hell of a lot more than you have by now for your contributions to this business. You’ve fucking earned it. But...the same can be said for a lot of other people too. At least you had your one chance. On my team alone, where have our opportunities been? Cage, Carlos, and myself have busted our asses for this business yet continue to be looked over time and time again. So get in line Goose. This Sunday I’m going to prove to you that I should be the next man in line for that title opportunity. And after I win the clash and take the title...then maybe you can cash that little medallion of yours in...and we can really make things interesting.”

Smirking, Jeff decides to light up another cigarette.

“Now we find ourselves at a man I know all too well...or at least I thought I did. Chris Sabertooth...I don’t care that you gave yourself your own superhero nickname...I’m not calling you Havoc. What happened to you Chris? You used to be somebody I was proud to step into the ring with. Borderline even considered you a friend. But now? Shit...maybe this is my fault. After that beating I gave you at Boiling Point, maybe CTE kicked in and drove you to this thing that you’ve become. And the worst part is you don’t even see how dillussional you truly are. You claim to be fighting against all the things that are wrong with this company...to change things for guys like you and me...but you’ve become nothing more than a puppet. Whether you see it or not, you’re just Scott Oasis and Bob Taylor’s bitch. You’re not the solution Chris...you’re just another part of the problem. But don’t worry...cause I’m going to solve it this Sunday. And after our match when you’re in the back washing off a mix of facepaint and your own blood...maybe you’ll remember some of who you used to be...and if not...then I’ll just have to knock even more sense into you come Clash.”

Jeff hits the smoke and washes it down with Bud Light.

“And last but not least...Aria Jaxon. Been a while since we’ve met Aria. You were one of my first opponents upon my arrival here and a few short months later we faced off on opposing teams inside War Games. God that feels like an eternity ago doesn’t it? And here we meet once more. But a lot has changed since then and now, hasn’t it Aria? From Final Destination all the way up to a few weeks back at Hardcore Havoc, we spent this past year carrying all the gold that Kingdom has to offer. But both of our reigns are over now and we find ourselves in the exact same spot that we were last year...and I know that then, both of us were able to overcome the odds and taste championship victory. You by way of winning the Clash, and myself through winning the Keys to Kingdom. But this year Aria...this year I’m not content with settling for the Spartans Championship. I have my sights set on the World Championship. My plans are in place and I am going to do the exact same as you did last year... and that means that I’ll have to go through you to do it. And I’m not the same competitor you faced way back in 2018 Aria. I’m smarter, faster, stronger, better conditioned, and more experienced. And most importantly I’ll certainly never make the mistake of underestimating you again. So I’m going to count this Sunday as my first step towards winning the Clash as well as the World Championship...and it all starts with beating the one who did it first. See you Sunday.”

[Fade to Black]

Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 11:48 pm by **Mav.**

SPLIT REALITIES

Chapter Two; Part One

The opening scene begins right after Maverick’s debut match within the Omega Wrestling Alliance on their Olympus brand, defeating Jacob Sol with - what he would call - “ease”. He heads to the back where he’s met with some reporters who want to hear from the victor of the match, their small handheld recording devices being shoved into Maverick’s direction. Cameras are heard snapping photographs of the “Prince of Immortality” with the flashes clearly visible as they shine on his face and in his eyes.

Maverick: “Quiet down for a second there folks.”

He says as he raises his hand up to silence the untamed reporters.

Maverick: “Now just out there, you’ve experienced first hand, someone of World Class, and yet I don’t get the applause and the respect for that? Fucking pathetic. Go ahead and give it to Jacob, the kid deserves it before he goes crying back to his family that he failed.”

This leaves Maverick to chuckle at the pity of Jacob Sol.

Maverick: “Step One was to impress and to decimate in my first match, and that has been completed, Step Two is to dominate through the entire roster and win some fucking gold - That’s the next step. Hell, I might even try my luck at Clash of the Titans, if I felt so lucky… Which I do.”

Once again, he chuckles to himself.

Maverick: “This is my OWA, I’m just waiting to take my kingdom back.”

Maverick heads off and makes his way to the locker room, fifteen minutes have passed and Maverick makes his way to his Audi R8 - Complete with tinted windows and an all-black carbon fibre paint job. Once he opens the door to the parking lot and finds his car, he’s met with a young woman who looks around the same age as Maverick, if not younger than him. She’s seen wearing fishnet stockings and a leather skirt and jacket, a smile on her face as she spots Maverick.

Maverick: “I’m surprised you’re not cold, you know that?”

Maverick says with a slight smirk on his face.

Woman: “Oh don’t worry babe, I’m always smoking hot for you.”

Maverick drops his bags as he’s close to her and picks her up, they begin to lock lips and you bet your ass there’s tongue involved. Once they’re finished their makeout session, Maverick drops the woman and unlocks his car. He throws his bags into the back seats and both of them enter the car. Another few minutes have passed, they’ve made their way out of the city and are ready to head for home. The woman, name still not revealed yet, is on her phone as she scrolls through Instagram. Maverick glances over, a smile on his face.

Maverick (jokingly): “You know, you could talk to me, right?”

The woman puts her phone down and looks at Maverick, a bit of a smirk on her face as she looks over.

Woman: “I haven’t heard you talk since we got into the car, Jay. You could have told me how your match went, there’s a conversation starter if that’s what you were looking for.”

She finishes her comment with a snarl and goes back to scrolling through Instagram.

Maverick: “Rachel, if you were watching the match, you’d know about it. I fucking killed the kid, he had no chance.”

Rachel: “I did watch it, but you were so consistent in having a conversation. How about you give me what I want instead of having a conversation?”

Maverick (glancing over): “And what would that be?”

The shot keeps on Maverick as he stares out to the road but all we see is Rachel’s hand reaching over to Maverick’s leg before we quickly fade to black.

One Week Later

“New faces? Oh good.”

The camera shot begins just inside of a bar back home in Wexford Town, the place is empty, not a sinner in sight… Except for one person. We look around as we find Maverick sitting at the bar, a pint placed in front of him. He begins speaking to himself, but never put any focus onto the camera that records him.

“OWA, you’ve fed me well. Jacob Sol was a delightful starter, he was a bit green but I’ve tried to teach him as much as I could. I’ve taught him that he was out of his league when stepping into the ring with someone who’s already World Championship material for their first match.”

He laughs to himself.

“But guess who’s been put on the openers… not Jacob Sol, and who’s been put higher up in the card? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. It’s a pity that I’ve been given such fucking disrespect by the bookers when I picked up such an easy win and yet the guy I slapped up, the guy I wiped the fucking floor with… He gets better placement. What a damn shame, you fuckers.”

He shakes his head in disapproval.

“But a man’s got a job to do at Olympus, and as I said at the start… New faces, fresh blood, good for me.”

A slight smirk appears on his face.

“Now I’ve not heard a single word from Ambrose but was he at least interesting? Well, he acted like he was Simply Sexy but realistically, he looked like any 80s male model and probably is a bit of a nonce. But the fact of the matter is that he’s irrelevant and the only person that’s spoken… Judgment Jim- Jimin- FUCK! How do you say your last name, mate?”

He swivels the chair to face the camera.

“Now, Judgment, You’ve been doing this since 2003 - Almost twenty years! You know, I’ve faced a lot of people that have been doing this for quite a while and I’ve had my ups and downs with people who’ve done so much with their careers. World Championships. Triple Crown Winners. Grand fucking Slams! They’ve done it all, Judgment.”

He then drops his head with a deep sigh.

“But you, Judgment, you’ve done nothing with yourself.”

He raises his head back up and brings his fingers through his hair.

“Judgment, you’ve said you were in California for seven whole years and worked for The California Academy and all you got out of those seven fucking years… was a stupid belt called the Californian Dream Championship and you held that for four months? Out of the seven years you’ve been there? You must be fucking joking, Jimins.”

He chuckles to himself.

“I’m sure you’ll be alright with me calling you Jimins, yeah? Well, if not, then fucking deal with it.”

He smiles at the camera.

“The thing is Jimins, you’ve done nothing within those seventeen years as a professional… I’ve done more than you within two fucking years! That’s why they call me the Two Year Veteran, I’ve done so much that many struggle to do within like 10 years of their career. I’ve done so much that you couldn’t even do, the only thing you’ve told me about yourself is that you won a title and was in a company for seven years… You are the legit definition of a bland cunt.”

He tuts and turns away from the camera, taking a large gulp from his pint before placing it down and letting out a soothing “ahhh”.

“Judgment and Ambrose, you’re no roadblocks but mere planks of wood that are ready to be toppled over, I’m going to embarrass you and humiliate you as I did to Jacob Sol. So come prepared for a fight, come prepared for a fucking war because I’m cutting through you two gobshites like it’s nothing and then when I’m done with you two cunts… I’ll go fishing for bigger challenges.”

He swivels the chair back to the camera and hops down from the chair, adjusting his suit and looking into the camera’s lens with a devious smirk.

“I’m just not on your level, I’m on a way… way higher level than you two, so now it’s time to show OWA what The King of Immortality is really all about. This is my Kingdom, this is my palace... This is my OWA.”

He winks.

“Maverick out.”

The scene fades to black.

Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 11:47 pm by **DiVa**

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(The sound of cameras flashing can be heard amongst the quiet conversing between unknown people as the scene opens up to what looks to be a Press Conference with a large Dollhouse banner behind it and a large pink podium. A sour-faced man in glasses and a suit steps up to the podium as reporters quiet down.)

Chuck Draper: I am the Manager for The Artist Formerly Known As Formerly Known As DiVa, as you are all aware, she briefly changed her name to The Artist Formerly Known as DiVa the other day because she simply felt like it, but has since decided against it. Things are very clearly uncertain as of right now and there’s a lot of things going on as the company known as the Omega Wrestling Alliance has remembered that The Dollhouse is, in fact, made up of females, and females are applicable to compete on I believe their 4th tier Brand known as “Odyssey”. Obviously DiVa is heartbroken and confused at such a huge demotion, but she has been getting through it and I am here to demand - not to ask - that you respect her wishes in not harassing her about anything that you know to be sensitive subjects for her, such as remembering the names of people and any and all recent losses.

(More muttering from the reporters at the Press Conference starts up again as DiVa skips up to the podium, dressed in a beautiful pink dress with flowers on it as a large ad appears on the screen promoting her latest album)

DiVa: Thank you all so much for being here. It’s been a tough couple of weeks, but DiVa has been getting through it. DiVa already knows what all of you are thinking, and she understands. She knows that many are disappointed in DiVa. I know my super amazing Manager Chuck told you all not to bring up any recent losses, but it’s okay, DiVa will briefly discuss what happened. The Dollhouse was very bored with being Champions. There was nothing to do and we had to go to all these places and do this and that. Plus on the day of The Dollhouse’s last Championship match, DiVa had a cold. She woke up sneezing two times, and should not have been physically cleared to compete and the match should have become an automatic win for The Dollhouse. DiVa’s lawyers have been looking into potential lawsuits to combat that, or at the very least have the result of the match wiped entirely from any records due to the very clear and obvious conspiracy to ensure The Dollhouse were removed as Champions due to the company’s need for having actual draws on their Oddity brand. Now with that being said….

(DiVa reaches under the podium to pull something out)

DiVa: THE DOLLHOUSE ARE STIIILLLLLL THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING WOMEN’S TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!!!

(DiVa places a Womens Tag Team Championship Belt on the podium)

DiVa: YAY!!! What an amazing, incredible, awesome reign it has been being the undisputed Champion of women! And now we get to spend time with other women, presumably to teach them how to wrestle and maybe even how to show some charisma since this brand desperately needed The Dollhouse back! And DiVa can see why! She can see clear as how ugly, how boring, and how lethargic this place has become ever since The Dollhouse decided to move on to greener pastures in an effort to stop boring themselves to death here, but unfortunately there IS no place in this company to escape the boredom! You have to make entertainment yourself, and maybe THAT’S the message they’ve been trying to send to everyone! Maybe the company has been trying to drill it into everyone’s heads that they need to simply branch out and do their own thing to thrive and succeed! That must be it! That…. Or maybe… Maybe they’re just a bunch of lazy bones and don’t know what they’re doing? Who even runs Oddity? Who runs anything around here? DiVa doesn’t know! But whoever does run it must have been in charge of handing out Championship matches to teams who ambush the Champions one show after they went through a brutal Ladder Match! Such brilliant minds! Such sophistication that DiVa’s cute brain just can’t seem to understand any of their actions, but that’s okay!

Reporter: DiVa, you mentioned having to branch out and--

DiVa: Why are you interrupting DiVa?

Reporter: Oh, well, I mean it’s a press conference so--

DiVa: Who invited the press to this press conference?! They’re so rude! Don’t just ask DiVa questions, rudey ruderson! You’re as shameful as the people who run this company that think you can just go ahead and do whatever you want whenever you want! Who want to tell The Dollhouse what to do and where to go! But every step of the way, The Dollhouse slaps you in the face and tells you that they are the only beautiful, strong, independent women in all of the company and you should respect that! Because while the rest of the women in this company are either tokens who get put in the front of the line for their connections or so the company can say “Hey look, we have women being leaders!” the rest of the females are complacent little minions who waste their days on a show nobody cares about! A show that has them running around and bumping into each other with no real sense of purpose or direction! That’s why Oddity needs The Dollhouse more than anything! They’re the only females who step up to the plate and take it for themselves! Who would rather create a far superior product like Play Time Wrestling than spend their time training and competing and becoming shells of their former selves on this company’s shows like everyone else, silly!

Reporter: Do you have anything to say about your match on this week’s--

DiVa: O-M-G! WHY IS HE ASKING STUFF AND INTERRUPTING AGAIN? Get him out, please! Out, out, out! DiVa is trying to speak and he keeps rudely interrupting! Nobody cares about your questions, Mr. Rude! Why would anyone want to hear DiVa talk about who The Dollhouse are facing on Oddity? That’s no fun! They’re not fun! They’re so forgettable that DiVa can’t even remember their names and DiVa remembers EVERYONE’S names! The Dollhouse don’t have a match this week! You’ve heard nothing but fibs! You’ve been told things that couldn’t be further from the truth, because this week all you’ll see is The Dollhouse marching back into Oddity and stepping on a blob of used chewing gum! Nothing more! Nothing less! All of these girls are all the same! They have no purpose! They have no identity! They have nothing to bring to the table except their RASSLIN’ abilities and that’s why they’ve been running into brick walls on this show, desperately trying to capture accolades that impresses no one and may as well not even exist while The Dollhouse have been dominating on the floors above their basement for several months, and doing so with EASE! Like it was nothing! And we could do it again, if this company would allow it, but they’re a bunch of meanies! They don’t want The Dollhouse to succeed! They want The Dollhouse to become more compliant zombies that do simply what they’re told! There’s no satisfaction in who The Dollhouse beats this week or the next week or the next! They’re all the same, but that’s okay! The Dollhouse finds a way! They always do! They always find a way to inject some actual fun! Some actual entertainment into the miserable, depressing lives of the masses! To give you beauty in a world of ugliness! To give you skill in a world of incompetence! To give you life in a world that’s dead inside! The Dollhouse shouldn’t be overlooked or underrated! They should be praised! Worshipped! Applauded for coming to Oddity and wasting their time here, because moments like those same gray blobs with nothing to offer getting to step inside the ring with The Dollhouse - that’s the most incredible, greatest, unforgettable moment of their entire careers! That’s as good as it gets! But for The Dollhouse? It’s just… A Saturday The Dollhouse could have spent doing something better with their time. Good luck then, everyone! Have fun! DiVa out!

(DiVa takes her Womens Tag Team Championship with her and ignores the other Reporters trying to ask a first question for the Press Conference as she skips away)

Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 11:37 pm by **Jonetta Stone**

️On the screen behind the podium, the ads switch to the animated sight of twirling newspapers starting out with happy faces and hyping headlines of the Dollhouse. Then they turn to newspapers with pictures of the Dollhouse avoiding being harassed by paparazzi and the press since Kingdom. Then in a black and white video, Jonetta Stone in a big fur coat can be seen in what looks to be a manager’s office at a newspaper company, seated at boss’ desk. She has a newspaper with the headline “The big three together on Odyssey at last!” in her hands and in her mouth, she has a Cuban cigar(not actually lit, as she wouldn’t do any type of damage to her health, she simply enjoys the aesthetic.) Her Women’s Tag Team Title is at the center of the desk and on opposite sides, two men in suits and mobster hats stand at the opposite ends of her.

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Well look what we all have here, it isn’t the first time we of the Dollhouse have stopped the presses! New champions? New OWA shows? Pish posh! All of that is old news, all of that got kicked off the front page to something oh so more important and earth-shattering! Yes, you heard it right, what you’re all so shocked and stunned about, the Dollhouse is blessing Odyssey with a rare trios tag team contest! Trust me, my mood’s been as sour as can be, just last week I skinned a stray cat that I didn’t even think would suit my wardrobe I was so mad, but I can’t help myself from feeling a certain way knowing my besties will be accompanying me into the disgusting cesspool that is Odyssey. For so long, on my lonesome, I’ve had the chore of having to deal with all these knuckle draggers on the Odyssey roster, forced to deign to be a nanny that cleans up the place after the filth gets in. Being here has been tiresome, revolting, and downright dehumanizing, but everything is more enjoyable when you have your friends by your side! A simple task becomes an adventure, you sing tunes and make memories, even while wiping the floors or starching unruly garments that would deface the community if it weren’t for the graceful and powerful touch of true women!

️Jonette throws her newspaper up happily before becoming slightly more serious and slapping a page out of the sky to bring it down on her desk with a bang and stern look at the camera.

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But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with everything that happened to get us here. I’m not happy with what you can find between the fine print and in the snore-fest middle pages!

️Jonetta pauses.

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And oh yes, I know there are fake Shakespeareans out there that think it was poetic justice I lost the championships the same way I won them, by not competing.

️Jonetta rolls her eyes. Then begins aggressively pointing the cigar at the camera.

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There was no justice with how we, especially DiVa, was treated! I know OWA was desperate to have us save Odyssey with our star power, but the lengths OWA took to take the titles off us will go down as a stain in the history of the company! Seriously, after DiVa & I were in a triple ladder match and after we were attacked, you gift that random tag team of savages a title match with DiVa in it, on a show we’ve never been on before! You were so desperate you made it the opening context, the opener, after all, we’ve done! Just to make sure DiVa had the least amount of time possible to recover from our ladder match, and of course, that’s the only reason she got pinned. That, and the fact that Kingdom is on Sundays, SUNDAYS!

️Jonetta puts her hands around her hips like she has had enough of OWA’s shit.

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I know OWA’s been blasphemous as of late with all kinds of fake prophets running around, but everyone knows Sunday is a day of worship!

Where we in the Dollhouse are prayed to by thousands, if not millions, of fans that have come to beg, in all hours of the day, that we deliver them miracles! Maybe a new fashion line set of poached fur from Jonetta! Maybe a new hit single from DiVa! Maybe fresh bathwater from Sweet Roxy! That’s what the people pray for on Sunday! How could you expect us to compete at our full potential during such a time? With all the words of the people breaking our concentration!? You used our connection with our fans against us! You might as well have leaked classified information on your state protectors before a military raid, then be surprised we couldn’t protect the homeland! You stopped us from keeping the tag team division safe, whatever comes from this is on OWA management and will be taken out on our so-called opponents on Odyssey!

These halfwits who don’t even possess a third of our talent!

And there goes Roni, not seeing the bigger picture. Just like an attack and ladders softened up DiVa, my match against you was the linchpin of the demise of your short and forgettable Goddess reign. While April Song went into your match just peachy, you were banged up and far from 100%! Yeah, you beat me in a passing night during my epic run as a tag team champion, a reign that is sure to land the Dollhouse awards, but I helped ruin your entire career! You spent all that time having anxiety attacks and doing reinventions of yourself that barely changed anything just so you could become champion after Dulce humiliated you. Your reign was supposed to be your time. A championship reign is a period that you show the world how you rise to the occasion and reach a new level of performance, but all you did was crack under the pressure and show just how lacklustre of a star you are! You think anyone wants to see you as a champion again, after how pathetic and short-lived your reign was? If you know the answer to that question, you know which of us got the last laugh!

You talk about misfits.

No seriously folks, she hypes up herself, Moreau, and Sky as misfits that overcome the ice queens and cheerleaders like in their favourite pick me up rented movies, and books they’d read after school, when no one would invite them to parties and or any other social events.

Oh, the rich, beautiful, and popular girls went on to have terrible lives and the misfits turned everything around on them! Of course, that’s what they’d write, those books were written to appeal to the losers and misfits that you are! What’s next? Some overweight bucktooth idiot is going to join OWA and tell the guys some sitcoms have fat dads with bombshell models and the jocks become homeless deadbeats? Roni can dry her tears with the pages of those books, as she mourns not being in a higher spot than she was before being a champion. Moreau and Sky can binge read those books during all those random spans of times they disappear and reappear in OWA without anyone noticing they left and came back. But I don’t dabble in fictional tales found in high school young adult books! I think about what makes it on the tabloids and New York Times, real stories and real people. Truth is, people love seeing dynasties and beautiful people. Tabloids and popular culture have people rooting for women who were raised in Hollywood and private schools, the masses look to Meghan Markle as their humble folk hero, they live vicariously through someone as beautiful and as connected as her ……OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!

So you get what the rest of the world does! Two generational, dynastic, queens in Roxy and DiVa! One well connected, favoured amongst the hive of the rich elite, Jonetta Stone! You get The Dollhouse supremacy, the headlines of our conquests are always ready for print!

️Jonetta comfortably falls back into her chair and leans back with her feet on her desk as the view turns back to ads.

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Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 11:36 pm by Sweet Roxy

The camera then zooms out revealing the prior scenes to be a live interview over the TV, followed by Jonetta’s ad. Sweet Roxy is at home watching the interview on her iPad placed on the table before turning it off as soon as it finished. She makes tiny claps with her hands, applauding after the conclusion of DiVa’s press conference and Jonetta’s sentiments.

Sweet Roxy: Bravo! Bravo! That was so neat! My besties sure know how to make a statement!

The camera zooms out a bit more, revealing that Sweet Roxy is in The Dollhouse common area drinking a cup of coffee, as she greets the viewers in a live stream. She is in her normal get-up, wearing a sundress and heels.

Sweet Roxy: Hello, hello everyone! Welcome back to Sweet Roxy’s Heiress Lounge! This is yet another wonderful live stream event starring none other than… SWEET ROXY!!!!!

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Sweet Roxy adjusts her sitting to give the cameras a nicer angle.

Sweet Roxy: Yes, we are back to basics! It’s like working hard through graduating high school only to find out that you’ll have to start over from the first grade! Isn’t that great!? Well, it should be because that’s exactly what our visit to Odyssey felt like! I’ve seen different faces, but they’re pretty much the same people. There’s the wannabes, the desperate ladies, the directionless, the JV Jocks, the Asian nerds… You name it! But hey, I do love me some Odyssey! As a matter of fact, I was the Women’s World Champion when it became a brand of its own which just goes to show how Sweet Roxy has revolutionized and evolved women’s wrestling so much that it prospered, and I couldn’t be more proud! And I accomplished all of that at 18 years old! You might as well call me the founder and the leader of Odyssey, I know everything about it like the back of my hand! I know how much of a blubbering loser Azumi Goto is! I know how painful it is to watch Stephanie Matsuda prance around like an idiot! I know what you’re gonna say: this is a different time from two years ago, but it seems all of you are forgetting the fact that I didn’t know anyone from two years ago too and I’ve done more than enough to dominate the division because this damn thing is just second nature to me!

Sweet Roxy flips her hair.

Sweet Roxy: But being in a familiar territory does not mean I am in a very happy mood! Nope. Nope. Nope. You’ve seen how much this broke DiVa, and I know you know how much this has affected Jonetta too, so let’s address the Aria Jaxon in the room, shall we?

Sweet Roxy smirks before she continues. She looks away for a moment to compose herself and faces the camera with a serious look.

Sweet Roxy: It breaks my heart more than most of you to see the Tag Team Division fail and be dragged to the dirt before our very eyes while the Tag Team Championships are under the care of two incompetent randomly-generated vomit-inducing “team” that will only stain the division that The Dollhouse has ruled over and worked so hard to elevate! It’s so shameful to watch as newer challengers will now look at tag team wrestling of OWA and see that they’re super easy to beat unlike when The Dollhouse ruled over them all! But most of all, it pains me to see that after all the hard work and the consistency and the amazing performance that we have made in every single match that we’ve gone through, this UNGRATEFUL company punishes us by having us face more of the same people! Sure, The Dollhouse will rule over Odyssey with an iron fist like we have done in whatever territory we step in, and sure, we still intend to make this graveyard of dead bodies and broken dreams look like an above-average brand that isn’t going down the trash like it’s always been, but it’s truly unbelievable that we have to go through! Where is the appreciation here? And more importantly, where is the justice? You should be treating us like QUEENS by now! You should be thanking us for doing you the favor of stepping out of the rotting pit called Odyssey so we can compete for the Tag Team Championships to make you pathetic uncoordinated fools look good by extension! You should be kissing the ground we walk on when we decided to not bother with parasites like you which opened up the door and actually gave you a chance, rather than the sight of The Dollhouse instantly winning every Championship this ugly brand has to offer! And yet, here we are, having to “prove ourselves” yet again when we all know how this story will end when you pit all of The Dollhouse against basically any other group in this company. I don’t know how Jonetta could withstand the stench of failure when she wrestles in an Odyssey ring, but I suppose she’s been used to hunting down fat and clueless little pigs!

Sweet Roxy starts to tear up. She wasn’t very good at acting, but one of the crew placed a Kleenex box on the table where she sat at. She takes one tissue and gently wipes her face.

Sweet Roxy: But fine, fine. This truly horrifies me that this brand couldn’t carry its weight on its own and has to rely on the greatness of The Dollhouse. Sure, don’t give us a rematch for the Tag Team Championships we’ve elevated and brought to dominance for the past year! Sure, don’t even consider us to get instant title shots unlike most veterans in this company has gotten when all they’ve done is show up! If it’s The Dollhouse that you want, it’s The Dollhouse that you’ll get. I don’t know who these women are that we’re facing, and I honestly don’t want to know who they are. If we could withstand falling from the top of the cage in The Dollhouse Match against three other teams, then we can certainly silence these glorified losers that we’re about to face in the ring. If The Dollhouse can keep up with muscular greasy men with horrifying breaths every Pay-per-view that we’ve had to defend our Tag Team Championships, we can certainly go through walking toothpicks that have absolutely no sense of style. If The Dollhouse can march through war and carry not one but TWO Championships on their shoulders and endure every stupid game that this company plays, then we can certainly overcome the troupe of deep daddy issues. The Odyssey Brand will thank us for saving their face. They will thank us for bringing their ratings through the roof with our spectacular matches and five-star performances in the squared circle, even better than their unimpressive Championship matches! They will thank us for making sure that the newsflash, and the headlines, and the magazine articles, down to the tabloid stories are all about The Dollhouse and, by extension, Odyssey itself!

Sweet Roxy chuckles.

Sweet Roxy: But that’s it for the live stream today I hope all of you have been enlightened by my words! The only lesson that you truly need to know is that there is no stopping The Dollhouse wherever they go.

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Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 10:26 pm by Kevin Maverick

Olympus Promo #2

“Same Energy”

Okay, fam. Settle down, because it sounds like you’re speaking in all caps. I saw that Wrestleworld match where you and Reno defeated The War Vessel. You’ve been all over the place - like Stephanie - and have been killing it! But, for how long Nobi? How long can you keep up this going har din the paint mentality? I appreciate your love for the business, I really do. But you have a history of coming and going, my friend. You treat this business like it’s a Chinese buffet and you’re on your third helping. In the words of Cloud, listen up “sweets”. This isn’t Wrestleworld. It’s the Omega Wrestling Alliance. I’m not any pushover that you can pin in the center of the ring whose hand you can shake immediately after. It’s not going to go down like that, pop. It’s about time I take this seriously. And I do that by kicking your Last Action Hero ass on Friday night. Is it going to be easy? Not with the tear you’ve been on as of late. But I’m going get the job done because there’s no way in hell I’m losing to a part-timer. I can’t let that be my story fam. I’ve worked too hard for too long to let this one slide. I tried the tag team thing and it didn’t work. It’s time I came to grips with who I am: a one-man show. So that’s what I intend to do at The Clash - put on a Broadway that nobody will ever forget. Our match is a preview like in theater I will utilize that time to identify any hiccups I may have before embarking on my epic quest. You are my measuring stick Nobi. You are the one who will push me to the limit. You and I have the same energy right now, and I like it. Don’t interpret my intensity for hatred, my friend. I’m just excited to face you because I know you’re not going to disappoint. I know that when I step in that squared circle I’m going to get the fight of my life. This is what I’ve been looking forward to all year. Once I pin you in the center of the ring, I’m going to have so much momentum, bro. I’m going to feel like a bullet put in the chamber and shot out for the kill!

POW! HEADSHOT!

It feels like Call of Duty right now, fam. It feels like I’m in a Nobi car heist film. I feel like your marine character in that Bumblebee movie. It’s like if they cast you to be Wolverine, but I’m you as Wolverine. It’s like the final fight in The Raid 3, and we’re eternal rivals or some shit. Didn’t you do a Jackie Chan film? Yeah, I think you understand my vibe right now. This isn’t just an epic match - it’s going to be a vibe check for the both of us. Lariatoo and TDE are gonna be GIFing the shit out of our match. It’s going to get all the retweets, hashtags, and trends all over social media. Trust me fam - Insta-story of the weekend. That’s what I aim for every time I walk out there, fam. I trust in my heart to make moments happen. Victory is important, but what’s a win if nobody remembers it? That’s what makes pro wrestling different from every other sport. Not only do we have to worry about securing the W, but we to make sure we aren’t boring the fans. Not everybody can do what we do, Nobi. I’ll give you this much: the work you’ve been putting in as of late has people looking in your direction. But once again I ask in a different way: is it enough? How long will this last Nobi? I don’t want to lose to some guy who’s going to show up to The Clash and retire the next day. If that happens, then that means my career isn’t worth a goddamn thing. It means that I have no place in this industry. I should just pack my bag and call it a day. I should pick up my ball and go home. I dedicated so many years to my craft. You’re one hell of an athlete, but at the end of the day, you’re still an actor my friend. I’m a full-time pro wrestler. I’m the former OWA Cruiser/Openweight Champion. I’m a multi-time RAW Junior Heavyweight Champion, a former RAW Junior Tag Team Champion. I’m not the best - not yet - but I have my pride as a fighter and as a man. I couldn’t just sit back and let you have the last word on this, no siree. Everyone has their own story, and mine is just beginning. This is a tale of the Greatest Showman, formerly known as The American Phoenix, and before that, the American Falcon. Our match won’t be my magnum opus, but it’ll be my “Family Of Saltimbanques.”

So, my good friend, I’m going to do something special for you. I’m going to make you even more famous, by using my ability. You will be hanging your head in defeat, but please keep that chin up! For you will still be heralded as a great performer. People will still look up to you like someone to idolize. People magazine will still be voted the sexiest man alive or whatever. But as long as I breathe, as long as I have the fight inside of me, there’s no way in hell I can allow you to beat me. It’s not prejudice...it’s justice. I don’t know how the hell you got over Cloud and Crazy Violet, but I’m not either of them. I’m not Claudia Michaels. This isn’t Wrestleworld-Insert-Chapter-Here. This is the OWA. This is Friday Night Olympus. And I’m Kevin Maverick, The Greatest Showman. Welcome to Broadway, my friend. Unlike Hollywood, you can’t mess up. There are no unlimited retakes or post-edits. Once the curtain goes up, you better have your dancing shoes on and those kinky boots ready. Because when you lose to me, the whole world will see it. It won’t be on some mysterious island. It’ll be right in the heart of the US-of-A, on live television. Break a leg champ.

Or two.

Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 6:37 pm by **Christopher Sabertooth**

Back to Reality

“There ain’t no grave…. can hold my body down.” A voice can be heard in the background as the camera pans out to reveal ‘Christopher Sabertooth’ smoking a cigarette while he sings his own rendition to the popular Johnny Cash song. “When I hear that trumpet sound…. I'm gonna rise right out of the ground!” He continued, taking a puff after singing the line. “Ain’t no grave can hold my body down!!” He finishes it off, breaking into laughter as he completes the lyrics.

“It’s funny!! People tried to pass me off as a joke. They said that this is ‘just a phase’ or ‘Sabertooth is tired of losing all the time’. HA! I commend you for keeping up with that narrative, but I promised to burst through your bubble and expose you to the harsh realities of this world. What did I tell you about Nasir Moore? He is a greedy, washed-up man, that can never stick to his own words. Didn’t he ‘promise’ you people to bring Christopher Sabertooth back where he belongs? Cause all I saw was a man who only cared about HIMSELF!! DIDN’T I TELL YOU THAT?! Nasir Moore, showed up on Olympus uninvited and inserted himself into the Omega Heavyweight Championship contention. How long did it take him? Two weeks?! And the management will you have believe that they HATE Nasir Moore. If they did, this belligerent hypocrite SHOULD NOT be able to do as he pleases like he owns this bitch. The world does not revolve around Nasir Moore, but he’d be dead before he admits that. EVERYTHING I said came true and yet people doubt my intentions… They doubt the cause that I stand for!” Scoffed Havoc. He may not have the facepaint on at all times, but he clearly is the engine of the vessel. Sabertooth is long gone and even his loss to Nasir Moore couldn’t bring it back.

“I tried to end it all at Hardcore Havoc but Nasir is persistent. He is nothing but a roach in the system that just doesn’t know when to give up. But sure! Scott Oasis hates the man. That’s why he lets Nas walk into Friday Night’s and declare himself as a contender for a title he DOESN’T FUCKING DESERVE. HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO LIVE BUT I SHOWED HIM MERCY! I SHOWED HIM MERCY THINKING HE COULD CHANGE! I WAS A FOOL! A FOOL TO LET NASIR MOORE WALK INTO 2020 AT HIS OWN TERMS AND NOT LEAVE IT IN A FUCKING BODYBAG!” He exclaimed, passionate in his words. His hatred for Nasir Moore is at full display as he tries to calm himself down by puffing on his cigarette.

“But… I digress! For I know this company will not change till it’s FORCED upon them. And I-- despite the support of my people, cannot make that change at this time. People like Nasir Moore will always get away with twisting the arm of the system and getting what they want at every step of the way. My people are not enough. The entire world needs to realize the problems and embrace a change! For that, I need a platform! For that, I need to be the OWA World Champion. Because if they don’t listen then-- I will leave this company in RUINS. Diplomacy didn’t work for these cunts… So, I guess it has to be through fear. Speaking of which, how are you now Aria Jaxon? I am sure our encounter at Kingdom set the record straight because you continue to berate me while I only have nothing but praise for you. After all, you were nothing but a grain of sand in a desert until Clash of the Titans. They treated somebody of your caliber like shit! You took your career into your own hands and EARNED a spot at Final Destination to challenge for the OWA Title. Funnily enough, Nasir Moore found a way to steal your spotlight anyway, taking the main event spot from somebody who actually EARNED her spot. You were wronged! You may insult Sabertooth but don’t think that I’m still the weak minded cretin that RUINED his own reputation by slacking off in the moments that mattered. Aria, I really respected you. Just like Finn, you earned the right to be called a world champion… And just like Finn, I will crush your skull under my foot without batting an eye if you try to derail this movement. You disappoint me every time you open your mouth. You’re no better than Nasir are you? The world will be a better place when people like Nasir Moore are dead. And I will be the one to seal his fate like everybody else’s who come in my way, en route to winning the Clash of the Titans. Tag Team partner or not.” Said Havoc. He catches a glimpse of a figure entering the room from the corner of his eye, as the person walks into the frame, revealed to be Jada Blaire. She has the barbed wire bat right by her side and she whispers something into Havoc’s ears that makes him smirk. Havoc takes another puff out of his cigarette, before springing back up to his feet.

“Look at her arm. You see these scars? They tell a story that most people won’t want to listen to because they’re too afraid to see how fucked up our world really is. People like Jada… Like everybody in this house, deserve a voice. They deserve to be heard and they certainly deserve JUSTICE. Speaking of which, the formerly ‘righteous’ but now a devil, Nate Cage!! Good to finally cross paths with you. I must say, I am a big fan of your work. Hatred is what drives a change in this world and your hatred and blood-lust for Kenny Drake is… beautiful. You are an artist without a purpose, Nate. You have destructive power beyond imagination but it is being WASTED in pointless affairs. And you’ve finally realized your potential but find yourself stuck in limbo! The fact that you’ve never gotten a world title shot is a shame. But don’t get my words twisted, Nate. You may be the Devil… But I am the Harbinger of Reality! You want to destroy everything in your path while I am looking to use my power to SAVE these people. And if you rear your ugly head into my path of redemption, I WILL destroy you. You may be a powerful force for any other wrestler… But I am no common man. Nate, what Kenny did to you would pale in comparison to what I could do to you. The people are not ready to see the Devil clash heads with the Nightmare King. They’re afraid! They’re afraid that our paths may align and that would spell the end for everybody else. But both you and I know that we are not destined to work together. We’re not destined to bring out a change in this world as one single unit. But a change is necessary and a change will be made with or without you. Nate Cage, you cannot feel pain anymore… BUT ALL I FEEL IS PAIN. ALL THESE PEOPLE AROUND ME, SUFFERING BY THE MINUTE. I FEEL THEIR PAIN AND I WILL CHANNEL IT ALL AGAINST ANYBODY WHO OPPOSES ME. AND I WON’T STOP TILL THESE PEOPLE FEEL THEIR PAIN TOO! THEN… THEN THEY WILL REALIZE THE ATROCITIES COMMITTED AGAINST THE UNDERPRIVILEGED…. I won’t stop till I drain the last ounce of blood out of you and you won’t stop until that happens. It’s literally a match made in hell and I cannot wait!! You’re the only reason I look forward to this weekend. KILL ME! MAKE ME BLEED! FREE ME OF THIS BODY AND I WILL ONLY GET STRONGER!” He screamed, laughing maniacally as he does. Jada has a devious grin plastered on her face as she joins him in laughter-- which comes to an abrupt end.

“What else? Ah yes! Jeff X, Carlos Rosso and Hayden Cross. Now, I remember Jeff from the time Sabertooth lend him a hand against pre-Devil, post-dickhead Nate Cage. A former Spartan’s Champion that Sabertooth failed to beat over the past year. Sounds pretty standard to me! An alcoholic… A patriot.... What else? racist? Probably. So, you’re the poster child for the problems in this society. You can ask Jada, nobody in this house is here against their own will. Nobody in this house were forced to stand side by side with me for our voices to be noticed. But people like you… You believe that everything is fine with this country. You’re okay with how the world operates. You live in a fucking wonderland, Jeff. You’re the kind of person that helps the system get powerful through their sheer stupidity and ignorance. I don’t care what your history is with Sabertooth. I don’t care what you’ve accomplished over the past year or so. Because Jeff, you’re frankly just a piece of the puzzle. A pawn in the game of chess with no goal but to move forward. Whatever happens to this world, you will always drink yourself into a sense of security that all his right with this fucking world. Shame on you! And Carlos? Congrats on becoming Tag Team Champion. You’re shilling out headbands already? Didn’t take you long to sell-out didn’t it? Capitalism is a bane to society and it PUSHES people into poverty and suffering. It PUSHES people into becoming monsters, that the world then singles out for being a menace to society. And as for you Hayden, Arata and Moongoose. I have nothing to say about you. Arata has had success in Wrestleworld and made an immediate impact in OWA. But he knows better than to step into my path, when the time comes. This will be the first time I ever interact with Hayden and for all I care, he’s not relevant enough to make a statement out of… Or smart enough to bring in a change. Hayden is a waste of space and an outlier in this match. He had a title shot at his disposal with the Keys of the Kingdom, but he was dumb enough to never use it, losing it in the process. And Moongoose? Eh. As long as he lets me do everything once again like the time I carried him to a victory against Kenny and Aria, he’ll be fine.” Said Havoc. Suddenly, a group of his followers enter the room, dragging one unidentified person by the collar.

“How dare you interrupt our savior?!” Exclaimed Jada Blaire, with visible anger in her tone.

“W-We’re sorry. But this man is a fraud. We found him secretly recording videos of our savior and the rest of us on his phone. We beat him up to find out that he joined this place only to gain intel about our operations as we are being labeled as a danger to this society, according to the media.” Said one follower.

“You can leave him with me.” Said Havoc as the rest of the group disperses into the house. “So… do you have anything to say for yourself?” Asked Havoc as he slowly walked towards the man in question, with Jada following closely behind him.

“I--I am sorry. I didn’t mean to… I-I just thought you guys were crazy and it would make a good news piece. That’s all!” Said the journalist.

“Hmm… You’re not wrong! We are crazy! But it’s really disheartening to see you paint us in a negative light when all we want is a change! We want to change this world and rid it of all its problems, even through brute force. We are crazy to have these kids you see around here live a normal life and not be abandoned on the streets with nowhere to go. We are crazy for employing all of these people with no jobs or families to support them, so that they can lift themselves back on their feet and make something out of their existence. WE ARE CRAZY FOR LETTING THIS WORLD MAKE A MOCKERY OUT OF OUR PAIN AND SUFFERING! WE ARE FUCKING CRAZY!!” Screamed Havoc as he stubs his lit cigarette on the forehead of the journalist, leading him to scream in agony. A smiling Jada Blaire hands Havoc the barbed wire bat. Havoc spends no time striking down the man with the bat and he continues to strike him as the scene abruptly ends in a static….. Only for it to come back for a brief moment as Havoc walks towards the camera with a smirk on his face and blood splattered all over his body.

FADE TO BLACK

Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 6:26 pm by Nyx

Odyssey/Promo No. 1

“When the Darkness Comes”

When the darkness comes, where will you go? Where will you hide? What will you do to stop it? People can try as much as they’d like to find a satisfying answer to each and every single one of those questions. Solutions to one of life’s greatest problems. Hopefully, it’s an answer that will allow them to rest with peace of mind. To free their own consciousness of any fear that they’re doomed to meet their ultimate fate. Even when there’s overwhelming evidence that such an end is inevitable. Some people never even dare to consider the possibility that they’re not much different from the flame of a candle, flickering in the wind until they’re finally blown out. They immerse themselves in the soft and comforting belief that everything is going to be fine, and that their hopes and dreams won’t shatter. That they can’t be shattered. You see, some people just can’t fathom the idea that they’re eventually going to lose everything that they’ve worked for. They’ll do anything to try and cope with these thoughts, usually by placing them into the farthest corners of their mind. A few will try to accept them and come to terms with the fact that there’s nothing that can be done. Then there are the ones who think that they’re completely and utterly invincible, they scoff at these thoughts and think that they’ll never come to fruition.

The sheer impudence of these people is truly a sight to behold. They can’t even fathom the concept of potential failure, usually because they’ve experienced such a lengthy period of success that it’s become foreign to them. They begin to develop an unrealistic sense of superiority and start behaving in an arrogant and foolish manner. You see, the ego of a human being can easily be compared to something like… a weed, for instance. They aren’t much of a problem if they’re quickly dealt with and/or kept under control, but if they’re allowed to take root, then they will grow to an unmanageable extent. Don’t get me wrong, some confidence and a healthy sense of self-esteem doesn’t hurt anybody. However, there are some people who have too much self-esteem and too much confidence for their own good. We’ve got plenty of people like that around here, don’t we? Just about everyone in OWA suffers from this problem, or at the very least, a significant portion of them. So many people just blabbering at a tedious length about how “great” and “special” they all are. It’s so tiresome. They fail to realize that only a handful of people around here could even remotely be described as either of those things. One of them being Lady Eris, and another being a woman known as Natalie Cage.

A capable wrestler and an exceptional fighter, there shouldn’t be much doubt as to why Natalie has become such an utterly dominant OWA Women’s World Champion. She possesses so many qualities that make her into a formidable competitor. Her willingness to take an ungodly amount of punishment and do everything in her power to win is nothing to sneeze at. It’s what allowed her to defeat Lady Eris in the first place and obtain a title shot for the OWA Women’s World Championship at Final Destination. Granted, it was rather miraculous that you even managed to survive all of the indescribable punishment that she put you through… but still, it was a very impressive victory. Although, I feel as though I should warn you that such a result will not be repeated. That when you and Lady Eris finally step into the ring once again, it will be the last time that you’ll ever have that championship around your waist. At least, as long as Lady Eris is in possession of the belt. Why do I say that? Well, I can think of a few reasons, but if I were to try and summarize them all for the sake of brevity… I’d probably say this: you’re not the same person that won the OWA Women’s World Championship at Final Destination I.

Yes, the Natalie Cage that stands before us all is nothing more than a pale imitation of the woman who won the championship from Azumi Goto. The woman who’d fight anybody at any time, any place. The tough-as-nails fighter who exploded onto the scene and captured the wrestling world’s imagination. The same Natalie Cage that deceived so many people into thinking that she honestly gave a damn about any of them, and that she was a genuine breath of fresh air within a stale division. What a complete and utter joke. They should’ve known that you were a cold-blooded snake just by looking at your surname, then again, fans of professional wrestling are notorious for being a curious and gullible bunch. So I suppose that it isn’t too surprising that they allowed themselves to be fooled by your act. Quite frankly, I’d be impressed by such a display… if only you didn’t reveal yourself to be a loud-mouthed braggart who honestly believes that she’s better than everyone else.

You suffer from the same weaknesses that plague other people just like you, people who desperately crave for success and are intensely afraid of failure. Whenever you’re able to sit in your ivory tower, outside of the wrestling ring, you immerse yourself in decadent luxury and act as though you’re completely untouchable. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that this is merely another “act” of yours. In reality, it’s become quite clear to me that you’re well-aware of the fact that you aren’t untouchable, and that your smug and above-it-all attitude is nothing but a weak attempt at trying to hide the intense fear of failure that resides within you. I know for a fact that you’re far too proud to ever admit such a thing, probably because that would mean that you’d be coming to terms with the fact that you actually have a weakness. An admission that someone with your level of insecurity could never handle.

I mean, come on, how else can your fanatical desire to prevent anyone from posing the slightest threat to you and the championship be explained? That you’re just trying to be careful? Please. Your violent and sadistic tendencies, combined with your petty nature tell me everything that I need to know. You take way too much pleasure from what you do, to even try and pretend like you’re just being practical. I’ll give you some credit though, you’re certainly as calculating as everyone thinks you are, just… not quite in the same way that you’d want us all to believe. Everything that you do is carefully calculated. You’ve tried your absolute hardest to present yourself as an unconquerable champion, as world-beater, and as one of the greatest wrestlers in the world. After all, it’s not just about an impressive win-loss record, right? You can’t just impress people with statistics, you’ve got to be a little flashy. You’ve got to capture people’s attention, after all, facts can’t always speak for themselves. You’ve got to remind people of the fact that you’re the absolute best… even when you’re slowly degenerating as a champion.

It’s sad that you’re so completely unaware of the fact that your reign as Odyssey’s “alpha male” is beginning to diminish. Hell, it’s been diminishing for quite a while now. Technically speaking, someone should’ve been able to put an end to your reign as champion by now. Of course, that might just be an indicator of the mostly unimpressive selection of title contenders that you’ve faced, but beyond that… you just don’t have the same level of ambition and passion that you once possessed. You’ve become complacent. All of this fame, fortune and attention that your success has brought you? Sure, your life has become a lot more comfortable because of it, however, you fail to realize that those things always brings their own set of problems. You’ve become so comfortable with your success that any possible suggestion that you’re at a genuine risk of losing the OWA Women’s World Championship is (presumably) met with incredulous laughter.

You fail to realize that Lady Eris has been quietly biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She inflicted more pain onto you, than any of the unworthy challengers who tried to pry the OWA Women’s World Championship from your grasp. She was so close… so tantalizingly close to preventing you from reaching Final Destination. If it weren’t for this failure, you wouldn’t even be where you are now. At best, you’d be currently stuck fighting the likes of April Song and Roni Ozborn for the Goddesses Championship. Don’t worry though, I can assure you that Lady Eris won’t be making that mistake again. When you and her finally, finally… step into the ring with each other again… one of you… won’t be making it out. Either Lady Eris is destroyed… or Natalie Cage is destroyed. There is no alternative.

The Void will consume everything in pure, unbridled darkness. Nothing will survive. That includes your position as “The Alpha Male” of Odyssey. That includes the ivory tower that you and Viola have created for yourselves, as a monument to the greatness that you both claim to possess. That includes all of the hard work you've put into reaching the top of the mountain. All of it will be torn down… and your mangled bodies shall be pulled from the debris… in order for Lady Eris to FINALLY CLAIM WHAT’S RIGHTFULLY HERS!

AFTER MONTHS UPON MONTHS OF WAITING, HER PATIENCE WILL BE REWARDED!

...

Whether you beat me or not… is irrelevant. All that matters to me is that I’m able to assist Lady Eris in any way, shape or form that I can.

When the darkness comes… where will you go? Where will you hide? What can you do to stop it?

NOWHERE…

AND NOTHING…

All the money in the world won’t save you… from…

THE VOID.

IT AWAITS YOU, NATALIE...

Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 4:33 pm by Judgment Jimenez

If you wan't some information about me and my career, I performed in California for 7 seven years, for the California Academy. This promotion is best known as a great Development Territory. The promotion was commonly nicknamed the "Wrestling Factory". Several talented wrestlers were trained in this academy. In this promotion, I won my very first championship belt, the Californian Dream Championship. I kept this title with me for 4 months. But as you can see, I'm right here. Working for OWA. I didn't renewed my contract with C.A, I needed more challenges.

I'm sure you would know where I am. Huh, I somewhere in Los Angeles. You'll clearly don't know where the scene takes place. Because you don't need to know it. As a pro fighter, as a professional wrestler, and as a simple man that wants to chane things, I'm right here, just in front of y'all. That federation sent me a first challenge, a first step. I'll be able to prove myself and get a message, our message. In this place, they knew me as the Judge, the guy who always decided for any of y'all. We all know the problems the OWA faces, what is behind it. Everything in this federation is troubles, corruptions. It will be my job to change that. What you call the "Board of Directors" or anything else it should be, we'll destroy it. Because we're at war with everything that represents any authority forms. We think that everyone of you should be able to decided what you want: for example, a bad guy, and a good guy. This federation builds a feud between these two people, presenting the bad guy as the man you should hate. And the good guy, the man you have to cheer and love. And because he is the man you cheer, he becomes a popular wrestler, even if he's without any talent. For me, you have to decide who deserves you sympathy. TBeing a bad guy doesn't mean he's not fighting for you. Whoever he is, he is always against this system 'cause he understood something very very special: you're all manipulated. This is why I came here. To judge all the people that think they are beyond everything.

My name is Judgment Jimenez. I'm a Costa Rican born wrestler. I'm the next breakout star of OWA. The guy who'll change the things here. Olympus and my opponents will found out who I am.

Re: OWA Promos January 15th 2020, 12:19 pm by **El Ironico**

The Kang Under The Stars

The Kang is dead.

That’s what I’ve been hearing.
He’s over. He’s done. Kaput. Kapooey. He’s kicked the bucket. He’s spilled the fucking milk. He’s not going to shop at Walmart anymore, lad. Do not pass “Go”. Do not collect $200. He’s cashed out. He’s expired. He’s rung down the the curtain and joined the choir invisible. He’s an EX-Wrestler William X. Preston Esquire and I don’t even know what the hell I’m saying anymore.

But I do know a couple of things here and there. Maybe I didn’t quite know the future quite as well as I thought at times but I know I’m still here. I know that a Kang doesn’t give up so easy. I’m made for great things. I’m going to show you all. I knows how to please a woman more than any other organism and I’m the reason wrestling doesn’t have ring girls like boxing. By-the-by, I know what I’m doing out there in a fire fight a lot better than any of those gremlins howling about my demise. I know there are more than a few hatin’ plebians who just can’t stand to see a Gypsy Kang succeed. I’ve dealt with that my whole life. It’s nothing new. They were teachers in every school that expelled me. They’re ever lard-ass traffic cop who picked the big purple van as they cue to stop eating donuts and pretend they’re working. And they’re every worthless beta male whose Queen decided she needed a real Kang.

I don’t know why they hate me. I’m the most popular guy in the locker room because I been helping those bwois make paper. Win, lose, or draw; imploded nuts or headfirst into the caravan door I always serve up a spectacle. The hottest talk show on network television. The biggest fights in existence. I’m serving up red, white and blue panty nights left and right because I’m acting like the American Dream with how I’m handing out opportunities here. Where would journeyman gatekeeper Mongoose Mac be without me? And how about the Champ? Take nothing from the guy, he can ruck, he can win a fight but if anyone gave two shits of notice about him he’d have got his shot in half the time, now I’ve given him the rub and he’s like the second the hottest property out there. It’s a shame I never stayed in school long enough to learn to read and write good because that Kang autobiography would outsell Jesus Christ’s Newest Testament and Muhammad’s Qur’an put together.

That’s what these anime avatared flat-earth knuckle draggers on Twitter don’t understand. Maybe I’m wasting my breath. But no one’s come to lock you all up in Incel Down where you belong yet so I guess you have to learn. Harman Ardelean is the A-side. I may not be the God on Erlampus, or the Lord of the Manor, not even Kang of the Hill right now but that’s just fine. My opponent this week, Jacob Sol is fighting for his bar. I think I speak for all of us when I say we need more dedicated landlords like him but that’s not me, guys. The thought of the hottest freeagent in wrestling tying himself down in some physical or even mental place just doesn’t sit right. I don’t have the bar, or the castle, or the belt, or even that beautiful purple van of ye olden times right now. But that’s ok. Where ever I am, that’s my how house. Whatever I do, that’s my thing. It’s the Gypsy way. Adapt. Live in the moment. It’s kinda fucking Zen when you think about it. I’m a Shaolin Monk ready for battle. They say styles make fights, I got styles for dayz. Tiger Style. Dragon. Mantis. Hippo. Saving Hobo style for the showdown with the big Hoboroni. Granted, these only come out half the time when it ain’t Drunken Fist but... Ok let’s be real, it’s always drunken fist and I’m 120% going to be comatose in Jacob Sol’s bar multiple times both before and after this fight.

But that’s not the point. The point is, that wherever you think I am right now, be it Hype Job, scrub, can crusher, or whatever other lie you want to make up to help you sleep, it don’t matter. Kang’s gonna Kang. I’m just as at home in the gutter, the luxury hotel, my van, and the floor of Jacob Sol’s bar. Every where I am, however I am, I am a Kang. I’m a Kang anytime I hang out under the stars, and guess what? The Sun's a star too, did you know that？That’s science. Knowledge. Pow I got it all. I could go out there and wrestle a blow-up doll to a 6 star barn-burner. Might as well do it too. Something’s got to eat my dick after I prove again that I’m the TV Champ Erlampus needs. It pays to be prepared.

Re: OWA Promos January 14th 2020, 10:12 pm by Tarah Moore

Enjoy Your Slay ---Olympus
Promo Number Two

“Plagued by the past and down a badly beaten path Lies a place, one of a kind Cursed by a blinding light that no one can outshine A mess of a man, his fate unknown One drink away from a broken home He can't give up but can't go on like this A five year old longs to be free From visions he can't help but see And a mother who can't understand That the writing on my walls will tell you how it's gonna be Oh can't you see that you're just rats within my halls To hell with hospitality (and we all scream) Welcome to your last resort, don't overlook the past If you need help finding piece of mind don't hesitate to axe They can see the vacancy so say goodbye to sanity We're here to help you on your way Thank you very much enjoy your slay.”

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The scene begins in the office of Tarah Nova can be found in the small corner of her family’s home. The camera panned around the room, showing photos and championships that were held by both Tarah herself and her husband, Nasir Moore. As the camera continues to pan around, it passes the closed door; children’s laughter can be heard from the other side. That's when the camera turned to the desk where the ShockCollar sat, her glasses down at the end of her nose as she watches the Promo Video from one Devon Slayton for a second time...

‘No, at Olympus I’m going to make sure that you’ll remember the name Slayton and how it’s going to forever dominate over the name of Tarah Nova as you fade into nothingness.’

..A small giggle leaves her as she hits the spacebar to pause her laptop, freezing the video. Slowly she takes off her glasses before looking up at the camera in front of her.

“Excuse you, Devon?” Tarah shakes her head slowly with a smirk on her face.”So...you truly, 100% believe that YOU, of ALL the People that have graced the Olympus locker room, can actually be the one that will end me and force me to fade away? Really?” Another small laugh leaves her lips, “Okay, Kid. I get it. I might have been more real than I should have been but all of it was the truth but this? All the words that you have spit in my direction? All of it is nothing but bullshit. So many people have stood in the very spot that you are in right now, staring this--what did you call me so many times? Ah yeah, False Idol--Well they stood there, staring this False Idol in the face but do you know how many of them succeeded to push me into the darkness and make me into nothing? None of them. I am STILL here. So what makes you so different, I wonder? Is it because you're a Slayton? No. That's not it because frankly, no one cares about your family. I mean HONESTLY, why would they? Truly, in this wrestling world who are they? It's not like they are the Vendetta’s; A Second Gen Wrestling Family that has been in so many companies, held over 50 championships between the three of them. Not only are they a family that people KNOW about but some actually care about them too. Hell, even my family: The Moore Family; my two young children, who are only 11 and 2 years old, have better rep in the wrestling industry in their baby sized pinkies than ANYONE in yours---and that's not even bringing me and my husband up in this talk...because we BOTH know the rep would fly through the fuckin’ roof if I did.” Tarah leans back against her large chair, her smirk widens. “Its funny that I hit a nerve with your family...mainly your ‘Honorable’ sister, Amy.” She shakes her head again, “See, I find it funny that you keep calling her that. ‘Honorable’. To me, It's not very honorable that she tried her damnedest to be all tough and cocky, calling me out in front of everyone in the JET arena and CLAIMING that I need to fight her. That I NEEDED to have a wrestling match against her....and yet? I’m the bad guy? I'm cocky one? No, I’m just being honest on how I feel about this whole thing. But her? Nah. She is no ‘Honorable’ woman. She is a spoiled brat that believes she can fight the ShockCollar of Hardcore when she can barely fight her way out of a paper bag. Devon, I am sorry to say but SHE is none of my concern.. I’m not going to waste my time on someone like your sister when I can fight names like April Song, HAVOC, Nate Cage and Dulce Torres---men and women who ACTUALLY can fight and will fight with everything in their bodies. So yeah...I’m not going to fly my ass out to Japan to fight a no named woman who believes she is a QUEEN when I have four months left in my career. No, I rather stick to my home company right now and fight where I am needed the most: OMEGA ALLIANCE WRESTLING.”

Tarah lets out a sigh of boredom before tilting her head to the side just a small bit, “Again...I’m hitting nerves left and right, aren't I, Devon? I’m making your skin heat up and your blood boil, right? If I am---good. See...that's how you play mind games and break away someone's armor; not the way you were doing it. I mean---it was a good enough try but nevertheless, here I am. Still with a smirk on my face that you have yet to wrap away. Hell, dare I even say I laughed at your failed attempt to make me shake in my Chuck Taylors. Yeah, I laughed long and hard at your attempt. I mean you tried so fuckin’ hard to be dark and a badass but that didnt happen, no. Instead it made you look like a small, pathetic edgelord who was clearly watched too many old school Bruce Lee movies. ‘You dishonored my family, you must die’. Boy, don’t give me that shit. Be happy I even spoke about them again because honestly THIS is the most times their names have ever been brought up on OWA TV...but enough about them. This--with how much you want this to be--this isn’t about your whole inbred Slayton family, no---”

“---This is about you and I for the TV Championship.” Tarah looks down at her lap, where the TV championship lays. Her smirk fades into a smile as she slides her fingertips against the old silver. “It's about the Leader of OLYMPUS versus a nobody and the winner gets not only the TV Championship but the power of the other---something you are just begging to have, isn’t it? You just want to shut me up. Hide all the truth from the world that I have been shouting from the rooftops this whole week. You are shaking in your boots, Devon. I could see it from your little video back to me. You could barely look at the camera when you spoke ...and you spoke so much but honestly? None of it mattered. So go on---If you want to stand there and talk about WHO YOU ARE when no one cares; go ahead. You want to threaten me in front of the world and call me a False Idol because I spoke the truth about you loud and clear? Sure, why not; not the first person to threaten me; not gonna be the last. Frankly...what I’m trying to say is this, Devon---you are not different than any other person who has strapped their boots up and wanted to fight. You can tell me differently, sure, do what you want. Stand there and tell me how you are the man that started wrestling years before I EVER thought about lacing up a pair of wrestling boots. Tell the world that you will still be doing all of this when I am long gone---I mean hell, probably, you have no life so what's stopping you from dying in the ring; unlike me who has a life outside of the velvet ropes. So yes, break out the world's smallest violin and play us a tune about how you have been this internationally renown wrestler--Bullshit--who is known for busting his fucking ass in each and every single fucking ring he steps into. Do it, you play that tune and while you do so, claiming that you're going to bring back HONOR to this championship and retire me early---I’m going to do what I do best and prove you wrong. See--Friday night, you're in for a rude awakening when I show you that you are nothing but a flash in the pan. That you should've stayed in the Tag Team Division where you can be carried to a Championship and not be murdered in front of the OWA universe by yours truly.” Tarah shrugs her shoulders slowly, “It's not a problem for me though. I have ended many careers in my 13years on the mainstream wrestling screen; what’s one more before I retire? Either way, your 15mintues of spotlight is going to start and end on this week's Olympus. No more whining and edgy bullshit from you. No more overbearing talks about your creepy ass family love affair. Thankfully, it all ends on Friday by my hands and my hands alone...and by the end of the match; I’m sure that the OWA universe will be cheering my name for doing so...but till then?”

Tarah’s smirk fades just small bit as she raises her left hand up from her TV Championship and sarcastically waves at the camera, just before it fades into black.

NOVA OUT.

WORDS: 1494 | TAGGED: DEVON SLAYTON
:copyright: TARAH JAY NOVA

Re: OWA Promos January 14th 2020, 6:18 pm by **Arata Asakura**

KINGDOM #4 PART 1: It's a matter of time until they tear each other apart.

12.01.20 Tokyo, Japan

*The camera shot opens at Tokyo International Airport, showing the Japanese man dressed in an expensive grey suit from Hugo Boss brand, which is completed by white shirt, brown leather shoes and silver watch visible on his wrist. Arata leans his back against the railing, behind which is a wide window, which is allowing to see a starting place of the aircraft. Before the first words come out of his mouth, he looks somewhere to the side and taps his fingers on the steel of the railing, gently biting his lips at the same time. After a while, he looks straight at the camera and begins to speak with a calm and warm voice.*

Avoiding unnecessary idiotism, that what happened is okay, because Moongoose McQueen is experienced in the ring, I will say at once that I am not happy with the result of the last Kingdom. I started this year in the worst possible way and even if this is not the end of the world, my ambition doesn't allow me to think otherwise. Also explaining the speculations about my and McQueen relations, that arose when this tag team match was announced, I am going to say that I have no intention of taking revenge. As I said, I could present myself better last time, but I can only blame myself for this failure, not him. Besides, many more people are involved in this match, and I don't need to make enemies here from the very beginning. That's why the situation between me and Moongoose is clear, but that doesn't mean it's over. When the time comes, I intend to stand against him in the ring again and 'repay' him for my first failure in OWA, but for now I want to focus on the common good of the team.

*Arata rubs his beard with his hand, smiling slightly, and then returns to his speech.*

A team that seems to be both salvation and a curse. On the one hand, I must say that it is an honor to be alongside such talents as Havoc, veterans as McQueen or queen herself, Aria Jaxon, but quite recently I have felt on my own skin, that high-end people often keep their heads deep in their asses and they are not eager to take it out. However, is it so strange that people are egoists in this business? Not so, especially when there is something more on the line, and in our case it is an upcoming Clash of Titans. But I believe that despite the willingness of each of these people to win this valuable spot at CoT, this particular night at Kingdom we will be on one side. After that, let it happen whatever it wants (The man only shrugs his shoulders and snorts) It can be said that every person in this match has had their own business recently, with better or worse results, so the moods are different. Aria, despite her recent statement, is certainly somehow worried about losing the belt after such a long time, but respect for her not only for the reign, but for what she told Kenny. It's good to know that there are still people, who can congratulate on a deserved victory, because there are too many dickheads in this industry. However, despite losing the belt, I know that Aria is a quality mark of this place and to be honest I am glad to share ring with her, as I have been interested in her person for a longer time, of course in this athletic aspect. I saw her on TV winning titles...I heard what people fighting with her said, but now I have the opportunity to see closely whether these legends are true.

*The Japanese puts his hands in his pants pockets and sighs heavily.*

Next on the list is the guy, who was the one to beat me at the last show. However, as I said, I don't have a grudge or something and I think you should know it, since you care so much about other people's opinions. Despite your sometimes annoying behavior, you are one cool cat, or what the hell you are calling it. But my attention is quite focused on someone I had the opportunity to meet before I set foot in OWA's ring. Of course, I mean Christopher Sabertooth or Havoc, at least that's how he has been introducing himself recently. It's seems to me that Chris has found himself at some madness edge, which he may not even fully understand, but it's actually not my business. Since it happened to him, his results began to be really positive, so if it helps him, let him live in this chaos, especially if it is to be beneficial to me. I know, I know, I sound a bit selfish now, but we all are.

But speaking of madness I might as well look at the opposite side of the ring. Nate Cage is a psychopath of his own kind with this stupid mask and dog collar kink. Well, I have to admit that I have heard threats many times, which were just empty words, but when it comes to Nate I would take it seriously, witnessing how he almost murdered Finnegan Wakefield. However, despite the hatred and devil's etiquette he has been marked with, I have the impression that it is only a pretense. People endure difficult situations differently, one can handle it, and others go crazy, and this is the case of Cage. And maybe I should shut up, because getting in his way, knowing his strange tastes isn't too wise, but I'm not afraid. I am not afraid of this so-called devil, because for years I have been walking through hell, as if it was my own place and I am ready for one more dance (Arata raises his eyebrows in a dismissive gesture, but knowing that having Cage as an enemy can be problematic) However, it is not Nate who is the biggest freak in this match, but it is Hayden Cross, because despite violent nature of Cage, at least he knows what he is doing, and Hayden is lead by pure jealousy. Yes, you heard it right, Cross. The only logical reason for all these antics is jealousy, associated with the fact that I have something that was a golden ticket for you to be important. And I understand that you are angry. Everyone would, being so close to the World title, but that still doesn't explain that you behave like a child, because things don't work like that. Since our first meeting, I know that you don't represent too much morally, but I would never expect, that you would destroy my dojo...that you would not only steal my keys, but would try to appropriate them. You don't want to tell me, that you're stupid enough to think that this is the way to get them back? Come on, Hayden, you know very well that the only way is a rematch you are talking and talking about all the time. But you know what? I wonder why you have this belief, that you will get any fucking rematch? Because to be honest, I don't owe you anything after I pinned you clean to win these keys. Maybe I would even consider it if you just came to me and asked instead of putting your whole effort into your little revenge, but as you can see I have already wasted too much time on you. If you want another chance to win the keys, show that you deserve it, because nothing in life you will get for free, Hayden, and someone so focused on money should know that.

*The Japanese rolls his eyes and sighs heavily again, as he slowly begins to get fed up with the situation with Hayden Cross.*

It turns out that regardless of whether this rematch will take place or not, I will not get rid of you quickly, Cross, which irritates me more than it is something I would be afraid of, but instead of focusing on you during the next Kingdom, I prefer to pay attention to the possibilities that this match gives me. What I mean by this is that I have a chance to be in the ring, even if for a moment, against a guy who might as well be the Architect of my championship in Wrestleworld. Carlos Rosso has always been a name associated with Strong Style, which is something that is important to me, that's why I have a big interest in not only impressing someone like him, but also beating. You can say that I have my small list and Carlos is someone who takes a special place on it. However, my admiration for his career and my own ambition are two completely different things, so I'm not going to give way the field in any way. What's more, I am glad that he is in good shape, seeing how he recently ended impressive reign of The Dollhouse alongside his tag team partner, because it makes me even more motivated.

*Arata brushing back the strands of hair that fell on his forehead, bites his lip slightly for a moment.*

I can understand Nate's presence in this team, considering that everyone hates him, and for good reason. I understand the presence of this pain in the ass, with which I have to struggle since I only set foot in OWA's ring. And I can even understand Carlos's presence because of hearing of his harsh nature. But what I don't even want to try to understand is why the hell someone put Jeff in this team? This guy is a cool dude and even if he is not a saint, because nobody is, he is like an angel comparing to the rest. And I have to say, I am even grateful to him that he reached out hand to me at the last Kingdom, even if he shouldn't have much interest on it. However, I repaid him, contributing a little to his victory over Cross, so you can say that no one of us owe something to each other. In everyday life, perhaps he could be someone I could consider a friend, but next Sunday it will be just a job, so no offense, Jeff, but I am going to beat the hell out of you.

*Before the man is going to finish his speech, he quickly corrects his jacket.*

What will happen at the next show will be the biggest challenge that happened to me in this company, and this is only my fourth match, but despite the minor chaos that accompanies everyone, I intend to enter this battle with good thought. On my side, I have a group of people, who can for sure be considered as the real elite in this industry and even if the opposition looks impressive as well, the chances in this match are almost equal. And I said 'almost', because the truth is that, even if our side has not any particularly great relationships, their team is like a ticking time bomb. Most of them are egoists, caring only for themselves, so all you have to do is stand and wait, as it's a matter of time until they tear each other apart.

Re: OWA Promos January 14th 2020, 4:31 pm by **Alyssa Grace**

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting."

So, here we go.

Hello, Alyssa is the name and taking over is the game(plan). Nice to meet you.

Honestly, I have spent way too much time dawning on how to do this, my mind's been plagued with a series of questions that realistically only I can answer, for example, how do I introduce myself in a way that doesn't make me appear to be an exact replica of every other person who's walked through this door with high hopes and most importantly, how on Earth do I solidify myself as a threat when I haven't had the opportunity to allow my actions to justify my words? How do I make my face stick out from the crowd? After days of intense contemplation, I've finally got the answer.

By unconditionally being myself. It's as simple and as complex as that.

An important thing that the women of Odyssey and the men and women of OWA in general need to know about me is that there's no filter, no masks, no lies and no facade, with Alyssa Grace what you see is what you fucking get. And what you'll see on the upcoming episode of Odyssey will merely be a taster of what it's like to have a competitor like me contracted to your company. It's like a breath of fresh air, the answer to the question that you've been asking for a period of time longer than you can remember, having a woman like me, an unapologetic rebel fighting for her own cause on your roster brings satisfaction on a level that cannot be matched for the minute you hear my music and see this face you think, damn I've done something right. I know right now I'm just all talk and as cheap as talk may be, if you could all just take my word right now, that'd be much appreciated, I promise, I'll make it worthwhile. At the end of the day, everyone wants to define an era. and everyone wants to lead a generation. This is certainly a new era, a new chapter of my professional career I am walking into. I'll be squaring up against brand new faces in the ring, some who I've heard of and others who I've never seen before, seeing brand new faces outside said ring and really this is a brand new identity for me, no longer am I wrestling in bars and backyards, clawing away to get my name recognised, now I'm doing what I love to do on a serious level. Everyone wishes to be synonymous with an era; the time in which they rose from the dusty ground to the pearly gates of greatness. Time and time before you've probably seen people call themselves the future, they call themselves legends of tomorrow and believe that they can carry the history and the prestige, here I am to repeat the exact same thing to whomever is listening to this but most importantly I say it to the woman unfortunate enough to feel my wrath first hand, La Llorona. I know that my tenure here will involve me enduring some of the worst physical and emotional pain that the world has to offer. But I'm ready for that. I know that not everything is as bright as it seems and as amazing as this opportunity is for me, I know that securing what I both want and believe I deserve in a victory won't be a walk in the park. But I wouldn't want it any other way. Where's the fun in a clean sweep? Give me someone who can match my fire, give me someone who's going to push me to and perhaps break my limits, give me someone who's going to break and bruise me, give me a real challenge! That's what I asked the heavens for and I hope that's what I've got in the form of you Llorona.

Some may look at me and think I'm crazy, which I can't really argue against, for wanting so much when I've literally just stepped foot here and some may think that my ambition is making me bite off more than I can chew but that's not the case. I'm under the impression that some of the top stars this business has to offer are here and to fit in with them, I've got to be able to keep up with them. I've taken as much physical and emotional preparation for my bout with La Llorona as one can, I've shaped myself to be the competitor that I deserve to be, the competitor that she deserves to face against and I've become the kind of competitor that the fans deserve to witness in action. Now Llorona, I believe I may have gotten a little off topic there so let me speak directly to you, as our paths have never crossed before, we know little to nothing about one another so I can't really sit here and talk about you in a derogatory sense for I am yet to learn your strengths and weaknesses. However, I was able to catch a previous piece of yours where you were up against, at the time, another rookie. I think it's rather dangerous for you to have the mindset that all rookies here are the same for we're not, I can almost guarantee that I'm not an exact replica of every other rookie before me, for sure we all most likely share similar traits but who are you to judge? Who are you to claim that we're all bright eyed and naïve? Personally, I've been chewed up and spat out by this world more times than I care to admit to and whilst it sucks and it's not fair, it's life, it's bound to happen both professionally and personally. What I've learned to do is put my trust in the process because eventually, it's got to pay off, it's done me fare more good than harm so far, it's gotten me here hasn't it? Surely that's enough to warrant what I can bring to the table. Look, I get it, you haven't had the easiest life and you've most likely been through far more negative periods than positive ones and that has seemed to cause you to have an unjustified sense of hatred, of anger towards the world. Correct me if I'm wrong but that's the vibe I get.

I'm not the type to sit here and speak of my own past in a bright light for that would be me lying but I'm not the type to sit here and tell you every sad detail of my story so far because A. that would take far too long, and B. I'm not looking for any sympathy for anyone and I'm not looking to give my opposition things to target, I don't want to allow anyone to have any kind of advantage over me if I can help it, it's selfish of me, I'm aware but in this industry you have to be selfish to a degree, you've got to prioritise yourself, your own individual needs, dreams and desire for success. Back to my original point, I believe your mindset on every rookie is the same to be dangerous because I doubt that you are even considering the possibility of difference and if you don't look at every possibility there is then your downfall is almost more than certain. Whilst slim, the possibility of losing for me is still in existence and it is something I have acknowledged and considered, I like to think two steps forward, if, somehow I'm not able to leave victorious, it will sting, it will be tough but it won't be enough to make me walk away. The best do not lose, period. The best better themselves to become the best in defeat. So, if things don't go my way and then all of this is made completely redundant? I'll take a step back to jump two steps forward. Can the same be said about you Llorona? Will you be able to do that, or will self-anger and frustration get the best of you? Your fate lies in your hands like mine is in my own palms, it's up to us individually what to do with said fate. I think, no wait, I know full well that this match is the biggest of my career to date which makes me hungrier than I've ever been to have this turn out in my favour, my hunger for success won't be satisfied once I'm finished with this though, realistically, I'm always going to be hungry to advance up the ladder of success here in OWA but in a way, I'm glad to always be hungry because then I'm always aiming higher, I'm always looking for the best for myself that way and isn't that what you'd hope for a future top competitor to have?

Admittedly, I'm running out of things to say and out of fear of wanting to be both boring and repetitive, allow me to get a final thought off my chest before bidding farewell. La Llorona whilst I may disagree with much of your attitude and how you wish to present yourself, I don't dislike you for I don't know you and what I have to do to you in order to prove a point to not only myself, but to everyone backstage, everyone in the crowd and even to you is far from personal. I'm a professional, I mean business and the business I mean is no joke, I assure you that whatever fight you intend to bring to this, I will exceed, whatever damage you're seeking to inflict will be exceeded, I can give it and I can take it so I encourage you to bring your best, or your worst in this case, you'd be doing me a favour for that simply makes me look better in victory. Introductions are always the worse in my eyes, they're no fun but you gotta do what you gotta do, this is the first and arguably the most vital opportunity I've got to ensure that the impression of me that is left is a lasting one, I'm not looking to be perceived as the things I'm not, this is my first impression and I'll be dammed if I let anyone, and I mean anyone screw it up for me, this won't slip through my fingers, it is too precious to take for granted. Is that clear? Is that crystal clear? If it's not, it should be, I guess if you don't believe me, you'll just have to watch, won't you?

Re: OWA Promos January 14th 2020, 3:56 pm by **Nobi**

Ahaha, I get it where you're coming from when you said that I come and go as I please, I don't think being a Wrestler as my job, I have given up in some ways or your concern of me whether I can get the job done or not, Kevin Maverick.

I get it because I'm an actor and to quote one of the most popular video games' quotes of all time "Oh shit, here we go again". It's a same formula. It's a same format. It's a same energy. It' a same materials. It's a same approach. Everytime a wrestler makes it into the Hollywood, their peers will questions them just like how you are questioning me right now, Kevin. Maybe you should do your homework and tried to listen to people more because as I said it before that I have been wrestling for Wrestleworld in the past 3 months. Maybe you don't watch me wrestling there because you've been watching my movies a lot do you Kevin? To answer if wrestling is still in my blood then my answer is yes and just very recently, I wrestled 2 matches on 2 different shows and I have the honor to be the first wrestler that does so in the process for the Wrestleworld. I poured my bloods during my match against The Legendary Claudia Michaels in The Outlaw Rules match after I competed in a 3 Way Tag Team match prior to that at WW Chapter 6 and I was the first entrant of The Bloodbath Battle Royal at Violent Ends and I happened to be the last participant that got eliminated and it's not because I got thrown out of the rope. But it was because of the winner of that match was able to busted my head open. But even so, I was still able to participate in the final of The Drake&Jones Games and winning it along with my Wildcards partner, Reno Dumont to earn a shot at The WW Tag Team Championship. Ask Stephanie Matsuda for it. She knows what I'm talking about. You could have asked her anyway before you made your statements but you didn't so you're missing the boat. Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway because I'm going to show it to you and everyone on Olympus, Kevin that Nobi the wrestler isn't just going to grace you with his presence but also to give his all in our match.

That's how serious I am to prove it to you and everybody else that I do still have wrestling not just in my blood but also in my thoughts as well. It's great that you want to beat me because you want to get ready for The Clash match but not only do I want to beat you but also I need to beat you not just for The Clash match whether I'm part of it or not but also for my OWA future as well. As I said, Kevin, I decided to come back to OWA because I want to accomplish what OWA has in store as much as possible, as much as I can, and as soon as possible. Facing you off in my return match is such a blast but also challenging at the same time. I said it before and I'll say it again: you have what it takes to win the OWA Heavyweight Championship because you have everything to win it. You have such a unique style with your athleticism and that's why people always have a hard time to beat you whether they beat you or not. Not everyone can win everything but that's part of yours, mine, and everyone's journey, Kevin. You have the spirit and the persistence to work harder than anyone else does and you have the talents and the style to climb up the ladder to be on the top. It's just a matter a time until you win a World Championship because I know you have the power to do so.

You call yourself as The Greatest Showman and I do agree that you are one. It's because not only are you really that great in the ring but also because you have a natural charisma and the right attitude to make people cheer for you Kevin. Hey, who knows one day you'll follow my path to Hollywood? But anyway, if you really want to win The Clash and the OWA Heavyweight championship, then I shall accompany you in your journey by being an obstacle you have to overcome in our match. I'm ready to give my all not just for myself but for you too, Kevin. We both want to win this match and therefore, one of us has to lose and I'm planning to be the winner in this match for my own aspirations.

Now for the record, Kevin, I never called myself as The White Knight. Everyone picked that nick-name for me. That's a difference between us because I honestly never wanted to be a White Knight. Never even tried to be one. All I do is just being natural to everyone and if people see me as The White Knight because of who I am, then I'm not going to disappoint them either. See, this is how I take everything seriously, Kevin. Hollywood, Wrestling, The fans, and the list goes on, I take pride in them because I always try to challenge myself on everything. Therefore, don't you worry about me not giving my best, I'm always ready for anything.

As I said, you too are the challenge I need to overcome because no matter how unique or special you really are, I have to beat you. If the canvas is your art then I'm the paint that will make it more colourful as I'm telling the story with my in-ring performance. I'm not Picaso though, he's more fitting for you, Kevin, but at least I know Picaso does need the paint to make his masterpiece. You need me to get ready for The Clash after all if you catch my drift.

But as I said before, you can't stop the will and desire that you don't control. I'm the driver of myself after all and I'm driving myself to the path of the victory. I can't underestimate you but I can't let my fans down either. I'll treat you and them with my A-Game because my A-Game is fine tune-in and ready to be unleashed. I hope yours are too, Kevin.

By the way, thank you for trying to give me a more recognizitions but believe me, I won some accolades but none of them are World Championship. That's why I don't think I'm underappreciated or anything. That's why I'm preparing my OWA future very seriously, Kevin.

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