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on June 29th 2018, 9:36 pmJaydayne Pendragon
落雷
⚔️At the clap of thunder the scene comes into view, at a temple’s front steps, seated is Jaydayne Pendragon, adorned with a samurai sarashi after recent attacks. He is stone faced and speaks with resolve.⚔️

Myth speaks of the foolishness of man and makes it the stuff of legend, but in these times the world is plastered with greater ignorance still. Tales are told of he who flew too close to the sun, but the world constantly is in witness of those who chase disasters, and challenge that of lightning. They stick forks in power plugs, and they find the tallest tree to hide under in thunderstorms.  I see it when people step up to the Rakurai.

Legend uplifts favoured totems above what is seen before us, they can make rudimentary sights into locations of the gods, even if greater mountains would make them look similar to hills. Mount Olympus is said to be where the gods chose to reside, yet here in Japan there are handful of higher peaks to have made home. I saw it once I stood on top Heaven’s Arena with Zeus’s lightning in hand and a titan fallen at my feet, there’s so much higher I can go.

So, I allow us to do away with these. I won’t call you Icarus, Scott Oasis, not when you display the greater, common, suicidal tendency of man as you stick your tongue on this wet electrical box. I won’t rest on my laurels when it was just after I rattled what was thought to be the world’s last titan, you came lumbering in straight after as if to remind the world that the titans thrown off the heavens of Greece were legion and surely Japan with higher mountains would have scum more numerous attempting to conquer our summits. Yes, men such as yourself travel great distances to find your demise, perhaps out of misguided sense of adventure or pure ignorance to cultures outside of your own, you walk in here like the locals aren’t on your level, even though you’re the one who came to their lands for something. You stand on the platform we built because we are welcoming, keep acting up and the only platform we’ll have for you are Harajuku shoes. You surely couldn’t fill the shoes of the samurai, nor the geisha who at least have the education and respect of craft to entertain. You talk a lot about champions and championships, but I don’t see title on you, be it SSW or OWA. Just another day with a boy talking about cleaning up the world, when he can’t even clean his own room. Say what you will about Aria Jaxon, but she didn’t beat me one on one, she needed a whole army and a triple threat match to get the job done, remember to add Nas. Speaking of that equation, why is a world champion from your house playing crony to her if she’s so lacking? And why did you stop from coming into the ring a few weeks ago when April Song showed up to stop you and two other goons from attacking me and Tarah? Was I safer with two women at my side when you had men? These funny wonders of the world may never cease from creating questions, but at the flash of the Rakurai the light will reveal the truths of the world kept hidden, I know five-foot nothings with more heart than you!

I have no time for idle thoughts during the Red Strife waged, it doesn’t matter the size, nor does it matter the gender, all those who swear fealty to the honourable sword can lift their heads up high, and all those who don’t can have their heads forever cut low!  And I, unlike you, will never back down from any fight. For in war, you give no ground, just as you give no quarter! For in hesitation exists insecurity, and you have exposed your insecurities time and time again, a weakness that should never be displayed to an enemy. See I’m a man of many blades, be they swords or razors, and for this I rely on Occam’s Razor. Occam says the simplest explanation tends to be right. Why would a man like you speak so much of women? Why would a man such as yourself also back down from women? Why do you resort to sneak attacks on me? It’s because you’re afraid of what would happen if someone made you look bad, bring to light how little you are on the inside of that big frame of yours. I should have known it when you confronted me after I defeated the beforehand undefeated Gronk, you could have chosen anyone else to brutalize, but you picked me because if someone is allowed to get away with beating a man the size of Gronk, then everyone would be willing to stand up to the big bad Oasis. Of course, even the big bad wolf would lash out in panic if the little pigs started smashing brick into the heads of larger bears in the woods. You don’t like the food chain being turned on it’s head, you don’t like tradition wasting away, not when they’ve treated men like you so well. You are not foreign to me, I’ve dealt with guys like you all my life learning the way of the sword, you’re in every dojo and in every order of knights. I’m a hāfu who has taken leadership over the face of what represents Japan and SSW in Shoot Nation, something that would never have been allowed in the past, I represent everything that you don’t. You may hate me, but I am the one who wields the balance to keep some of the traditions of Japan into the future, just as I am the one who will be keeping a shred of manhood as a forefront in this company! Because I adapt and push forward! The greatest tradition there is, is to head straight on into the future without reservation! Once from the same type of fear you have, they said that man should not enter the valley of the gods, but we still decided to channel lightning in electricity and look where society has come from it! This is an end to old myths, Oasis, we now usher in the new.

⚔️At the swishing sound of a sword, the screen cuts to black.⚔️
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on June 29th 2018, 9:09 pmKhmoach Sangkat
BUDOKAI TENKAICHI


Who can tell me the significance?


I am a Champion. What should that mean to you? I am sat here with Strong Style Wrestling’s very Heritage strapped around my waist. Gilded in silver. But what does it all mean? I look for answers upon its gleaming surface and see my own face reflected back. Now that is significant enough, I suppose. From now until eternity, like it or not I am the Heritage of Strong Style Wrestling. It’s inaugural Champion. The first main event and the earliest draw. I am the very father of this title’s relevance and the fount of history.


Like the Original Sin, I am the adversary that gives meaning to the heroes of justice.


Like the legendary source of the Nile, I flood the valleys with rivers of blood.


Like an apparition from the past, all future generations are haunted by my legacy.


But this is only part of it, right? I am not satisfied with this. I only want everything. I don’t want just the beginnings of a story. I want to see it through to the end. You see, many have cried villainy at the means by which I and the Phantom Troupe ripped this prize from the jowls of their “hero” Masanori Kawada. Others still look back in pallid horror at what I have done for this championship since. They have seen the filial love and affection with which I have enacted this will that I have inherited. But do not have me mistaken. This is not about which camp most discredits the other. This is not about worth. There is no merit in me weighing in on either side this controversy because indeed there is no controversy. Just look at the title again. Is it not beautiful? Gold and silver do not tarnish so easily. They retain their own luster in spite of the filth that surrounds them. This title is an object of desire. That is the significance. That is the full story. Only everything that you may ever need to know here. Whatever you might think about the man who holds this treasure, it is a treasure nonetheless. Nothing sticks to it. It remains pure. It is still so alluring. And challenger after challenger will continue to march through the fire for the mere opportunity to see themselves reflected in this promotion’s Heritage.


That is the nature of precious things.


And this is the nature of man.


The soul is not content with the bounded limitations of this flesh. It longs to wander. It strives toward The Ultimate. Toward infinity. Man longs to be more than just this. So we hunger. To accumulate. To grow. To have more. To be more. A lucky few clothe themselves in gold and in silver. Others fail to crown themselves in jewels and so devise other means to measure their progress. The monks, the ascetics, the White Knights of this world like Masanori Kawada who emulate those things they cannot claim. White too is bright, isn’t it? Not so perfectly, but it does reflect like a mirror of polished silver. Of all the colours of light… Nothing sticks. They will remain pure. The white knights will pass through this world with their spirits, and their reputations, untarnished by the filth that surrounds them.


What foolishness…


Strip away the self-serving morality and all distinctions dissolve at once. Love and War and just names for making two things become one. Worldly Accumulation and Spiritual Devotion are just names for seeing your identity reflected in something more than yourself. The distinction is not so bold as two sides of the same coin. There is no this and that, only this. The only difference between black and white is that black understands exactly what it wants…


Only Everything.


Where White only reflects all the colours of light, Black devours them all. It will not suffer for anything to escape it’s clutches. Catch the significance? There are enough sheep out in the world who do nothing but conform and reflect the exterior wants and values of others. But The Phantom Troupe… We are black sheep. We know exactly what we want…


Only Everything.


Everything. That is what the Phantom Troupe is here for. Not Fame. Not Fortune. Not Pride. Not Shame. Not Love. Not Hate. Not Heritage. Not Filial Duty. Not Coercion. Not Choice.


Only Everything.


Scorn if you must, but it is this knowledge… This clarity of purpose which has ensured that The Phantom Troupe has been THE Pre-eminent force in SSW since day one. It is within one’s prerogative to call us monsters if that helps to elaborate one’s feelings. Just understand that even beasts have feelings too. We have black hearts because we love everything. NOTHING escapes our love because black absorbs everything. When something catches the eyes of the Phantom Troupe, our very first inclination is to devour it. We want to make it part of ourselves in much the same way that the food you eat becomes your flesh. More enlightened souls out there may say that we cannot simply eat the universe. The task is futile and completely at odds with the true means to transcend the boundaries of this samsaric human existence and achieve Moksha. But we do not claim to be enlightened beings. We are not bodies filled with a light that shines any brighter than our peers. Indeed, take it from me when I say that, contrary to popular belief, phantoms don’t even wear white sheets. No. Our souls are as black as the limitless and all devouring void that makes up the greater part of existence. And that is why we are not satisfied with merely dominating Strong Style Wrestling…


Only Everything.

The ENTIRE wrestling industry.


Promotion by promotion. It has already begun. At Budokai Tenkaichi we shall prove that the spider is the number one predator under heaven when the Phantom Troupe bares its fangs and displays the inevitability of our hunger to not only Strong Style Wrestling, but the Omega Wrestling Alliance too. Here the buzzing pests, Brian Daniels and Stark, will finally be exterminated. Aria Jaxon will tie not one but two titles into our web. The very symbol of Justice, Masanori Kawada, will be reduced to a hollow husk by chaotic ambition of John Doe. And of course myself and Gronk will be catching a couple of flies of our own… April Song and the number one contender to MY Heritage… Tarah Nova.We know exactly who you are. Aria and Nasir have been so very kind to fill us in on your esteemed careers. Your strengths. Your weaknesses… If that sounds at all dismissive to you, then I advise you refrain from attributing such value judgements to us. You especially Tarah. We have all seen what you have achieved here. I know that you are strong adversaries. But as I told the Apparition, merit is meaningless. We are all here for the same core reason. Every soul still bound to this Earth is bound here by our attachments. We are all slaves shackled to our compulsions. The blackest hearts so love their irons with the greatest of devotion such that our ambitions shall never be muzzled. You will learn as The Apparition did. As all of the Wrestling Industry shall know. When you get caught in the spider’s web, whatever your merits, however firmly you resist without surrender… We will not suffer to let you escape our clutches. Consciousness wanes. All with fade into the sweet release of slumber because:


Black devours everything.


Do not trouble yourselves to tiresome resistance. Liberation is the blowing out of a candle. As the Ghost pushes you down into the dark, the enemies of the Phantom Troupe will raise a white flag:


“No more. We want none of this. What do you want?”


To which the Troupe raises the black mast:


“Only Everything”
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on June 29th 2018, 8:21 pmFalke Halstenberg
Budokai Tenkaichi Promo #1: Kill Your Dreams


(Word Count:  1,320)


*Footage plays of Gareth Cason applying the Dream Killer to Bull Connors. Then of Connors tapping and Gareth Cason being handed the TV championship. Gareth Cason holds it up in triumph, smiling a cocky shit eating grin*


Gareth: this… this is what I came here for… to win championships. To be the best professional wrestler to ever walk this goddamned earth. I knew when I entered this business that a meteoric rise to stardom was inevitable and imminent, it hasn't taken long before I have entered my name into the history books of the OWA forever as their inaugural TV Champion. Now I could say something here about proving my doubters wrong or some stupid shit like that. I choose not to let my doubters affect me because there's gonna be many of 'em. I've been fighting professionally for too long to actually give a flying shit about what people think of me. As long as my statistics back up every word I say, then that's an absolute victory for me.. and they sure as hell do. You can bet this title is going to be on my shoulders and around my waist for a very very long time, because any title I hold I'm going to make the highlight of where it is I am. As for Olympus, I think what has been said reflects how I feel, my championship celebration truly addressed anyone that had even a fleeting thought about challenging for MY title. Well, now it seems I missed someone. But you'll have to forgive me for it because I had no idea that this guy was in contention for this title.


*Gareth slicks his hair back, an audible chuckle emitting from the Englishman. He then grins, the same smug shit eating grin that he had when he beat Bull Connors.”


Gareth: Nathan Quinn, I have to admit I didn't know your name before you were announced to be challenging me. But it seems that management thinks you made enough of a statement in your one match that you earned the right to challenge me. Now, while that is wrong on a bevy of different stances, I'll say this; it's pretty convenient to me that they gave me light work for my first defence. It allows me to show my dominance to anybody else that's considering challenging me. I'm sure I've already proved my dominance to most of the roster, but a refresher seems to be in order, and you, Quinn, are the perfect example. If you check my track record, i have never had anyone accompany me down to the ring. That's because I need absolutely nobody beside me to succeed, I have gotten to where I am right now without the aid of anyone except for Gareth Cason. And i pride myself on that. In fact, I pride myself in everything I've ever done! But I digress. YOU on the other hand Quinn, need the assistance of your new friends. I think you call yourselves the Unchained? To me, you're a bunch of punks who need to learn their place in OWA. I'd surely be happy to show that to you, the back of the line! Now you've wisely decided not to address me, and i hope you are stuck to that decision. I also hope you're​ not proud of your debut, because while you were siccing your dogs on Jacob Steele and adding a loss to your statistics, I was celebrating my title win and standing tall over everyone on Olympus. No David Fierce or Nathan Quinn are going to stop me from standing tall like I always have.
*Footage of Gareth celebrating his TV title win plays, him talking down to the entirety of Olympus and hailing himself as a dominant force. Then ending it with a statement that he'll make the TV Title the best title in OWA*


Gareth: *he looks at his TV title, then holds it high.* Isn't it everything you want, Quinn? Isn't it such a beautiful shade of blue? Well looking at it, unfortunately for you, is the closest you're ever going to be getting to it. I'd be a bit remiss if I didn't mention that this match isn't taking place in a traditional OWA environment, but in fact in Japan for a crossover event called Budokai Tenkaichi. The company that OWA is crossing over with is called Strong Style Wrestling, and I've recently done a bit of watching on their program. It's not bad… *Gareth smiles* maybe after I've completely conquered OWA like I plan to I can move on to there and do the same thing huh?


*Gareth cracks his neck and his cocky smile quickly changes to a scowl. He focuses on the camera and speaks in a much more serious tone*


Gareth: Nathan, come to Japan expecting the most unsuccessful and one sided fight you've ever been in, come to Japan expecting to lose because a quick defeat is the only hope you have of not incurring serious injury at the hands of Gareth Cason. I am a ring general, a grappling master who rises above and beyond any challenge that has been put in front of me. I am a striking machine who's kicks can break ribs and shatter shins. Who's elbows can give concussions and break orbital bones, who's fists have put people out like someone had turned off a light switch more times than I can count and will again. A martial arts acumen that includes multiple belts and ceremonies under three different facets of fighting. A mean streak that is known to come out whenever I feel like I need to step into a higher gear, and while I doubt that you'll be able to bring that out in me, my point is…


*Gareth cracks his knuckles*


Gareth: I have so many weapons, so many ways that I can hurt and maim, destroy and break people. It is why I got my nickname “the instrument of violence” because I have so many things that can put you away that I can just rattle them off. It takes little effort, at least for me to knock another human being completely unconscious, and you'll be finding that out come Budokai Tenkaichi. There is nobody that can save you Quinn, because I've been known to successfully take on multiple people simultaneously. It doesn't matter to me whether you tap out to the Dream Killer, or I pin you for the one two three with Pull the Plug, you've got exactly zero chance of beating me at Budokai Tenkaichi. There isn't a soul in this company able to take this title from me, and I'm perfectly ready to send just that message tomorrow.


*Assorted highlights from Gareth Cason's past matches begin to play, highlighting his aggressiveness and his arsenal of moves that can be used to finish a contest*


Gareth: in Japan, Quinn… you'll be meeting someone you just can't beat, someone you just can't play the games you play against, someone who knows the counter to any hold or move you attempt to apply and then some, somebody who is willing to hurt you severely in order to send a message to others in this company that he is not to be fucked with, somebody who has dominated some of the best OWA has to offer and can dominate the rest of them too, somebody that will spill your blood all over that ring canvas and laugh at your writhing body as you scream in pain and try to stand up to meet me. You are not my peer Quinn, you are a bug for me to squash, you are a superficial Challenger for me to incapacitate, and most importantly… you're going to meet someone…


LEGIT… FUCKING… DANGEROUS


*Gareth hoists the tv title up into the air and chuckles as the camera feed fades to black*
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on June 29th 2018, 7:49 pmAria Jaxon
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(Puroresu Heavyweight Championship)

“THROW POPCORN AT ME AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS, NASIR!”

The shot only fades in from black after a handful of words tinged with annoyance fall from Aria’s glossed lips. A quick look around the locale makes it obvious that she and the rest of her Phantom Troupe cohorts are seated in an otherwise empty screening room in a movie theater. The lights are all still on, and it can be seen that, since they’ve got free run of the room, they’re all spread out across the expanse of seats. Sort of.

Aria popped her gum before gesturing to all the empty seats. “All these places to sit and you just gotta be close enough to me to be annoying?”

Nas was seated behind and off to the right of her, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back into his seat. An unnecessarily large bucket of popcorn was perched precariously on what remained of his lap as he kicked his feet up on the headrest of the seat beside Aria. “I tell you all the time that you’re fun to mess with, and you never make it any less entertaining. You ever thought about trying that?”

Aria shook her head. “Nah, but I already lost track of all the times I thought about dumping this soda over your head since we been here.” She grabbed the cup from her cup holder and pretended like she was about to take the plastic top off.

Kerry was sitting five or six rows in front of them, and at this time, he turned around. “Hey, you guys know I love kicking people out of a movie theater as much as the next guy, but I know this isn’t what we came here for.” He grabbed a small box from the cup holder beside him and dumped some M&Ms into his hand. “We could’ve listened to you two argue at the hotel. It didn’t have to be a field trip.”

Clear on the opposite side of the row where Kerry sat, Saul finally spoke. “He’s right.”

Quiet as Saul normally was, Khmaoch and their new brother-in-arms, Maelstrom, seemed to be even less for talking, and if they didn’t really wanna be here, they probably wouldn’t say so. In the meantime, they sat scattered around the theater with their arms crossed.

Aria huffed. “You’re right, Kerry,” she maintained. “We were supposed to come in here and get right to business, but SOMEONE…” The Californian turned around briefly to stare daggers at Nas, who grinned before flicking another piece of popcorn in her direction, “...thinks I won’t kill him.”

“I’m just here to enjoy the show like everyone else!” Nas replied, feigning innocence. 

Aria rolled her eyes. “So, at the risk of stating the obvious,” she began, “Y'all know that my least favorite groupie, Drake Jaeger, is only a couple of days from getting his shit pushed in by yours truly in the main event of Budokai Tenkaichi. I’ll be honest, this gradual increase in just how annoying my opponents are would drive a lesser woman insane.” She started counting off people on her fingers. “First it was Pendragon’s boy scout ass, then that El Chapo cosplayer from TCC, and now the Ghost of Employer Past. God, I don’t even wanna know how the next motherfucker is gonna try my patience. And yes, there will be another one and one after that, and on and on again, because he’s not taking my fucking title. Actually...now that I think about it, he doesn't even just want my title. He wants to take everything from me, but that's not his job. I'm the one who takes from people until they don't have anything left. For proof, think about the person I'm addressing. He's got nothing to lose at this stage in his career, and he blames it all on me. The funny thing about that is, I didn't even KNOW I was playing a hand in this clown's downward spiral. It just...happens. Fucking up his life was something I basically did in my spare time, and now he wants to return the favor, but he won't get his way."

She paused, fiddling with her straw before taking a sip of her drink.

“The thing that probably irks me the most is the fact that the reason why Jaeger is puffing his chest out the way he is happens to be because he’s thrown his entire being into telling the story of how we wound up here the wrong way. It took forever for him to say anything, and when he did, did I get anything new or unexpected? If he was a smarter man, in his time on the sidelines, he would’ve studied up and realized how far I’ve come. It would’ve dawned on him that I won something he was NEVER in the running for -- a world title. And with that knowledge, he should’ve accepted that the stakes were higher than they’ve ever been. This isn’t for tag team bragging rights or control of a brand or whatever else we’ve crossed paths concerning in the past. This is about more than that. My title and I are worth more than ALL of that. And he better not bother tryna tell me it’s not true. He can run his chapped lips all day about how I’m playing dress-up and I’m a little girl playing a grown man’s game, but HE happens to be the one who racked up all these frequent flyer miles just to stay on my heels. If I’m so lowly, such a disappointment, and SO undeserving, what the fuck does it say about him if he’s the one playing catch-up? If he’s better than me, why did it take so goddamn long for him to even be mentioned in the same sentence as me again?”

“It doesn’t make sense,”
Kerry piped up, still downing M&Ms.

Aria pointed at the Michigan native. “EXACTLY, KERRY!” she exclaimed. “It doesn’t, but the story this clown has told up to this point doesn’t make much sense at all. Asking him to tell the truth would be asking too much from his dense ass. Revisionist history is a trip, but the unwashed SSW masses ain’t gotta worry. The Queen is gonna be nice enough to give everyone --chief among them being my PT family -- the true version of events, and the truth behind just how badly Budokai Tenkaichi is gonna go for Drake Jaeger.”

“Speaking of which…” Aria cupped her hands around her mouth. “GRONK! PROJECTOR, BIG GUY!”

A second or two passes, and a commotion can be heard up above them all in the projector room. A scrawny theater employee is shoved aside with little effort by the much-larger Gronk. At that point, the lights finally shut off and the screen is alight. The footage shown now is from December 2015, inside the sold-out Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans. A younger, fire engine red-haired Aria is slumped in a corner, having a towel pressed against a cut on top of her bleeding head by a medic. The camera then pans over to show Drake Jaeger and his one-time tag team partner, Tiberius Jones, celebrating their victory on the ramp. From her seat in the theater, Aria gestures at the screen. “Peep the red hair. This was a LONG time ago.” She tilted her head to the side in amusement. “I also see Jaeger was doing his best Doe impression back then.”

All of Phantom Troupe is prompted to squint their eyes at the screen, mulling over the comparison. “I won’t lie to you and say that I don’t see the resemblance,” John Doe finally remarked after all this time. It was beyond any of them how he could see anything at all, granted he was still wearing his signature aviators in the darkened theater. The man stayed on-brand. “Still, I’d rather not be compared to the insolent scum who thinks he’ll defeat our Heavyweight Champion.”

“Fair enough, boss man,” Aria conceded. “This was where it started, though. I came into this match against Drake and Jones thinking I was gonna win. In the end, tryna drag a bunch of dead weight caught up with me. When it was over, I thought this was the end of it. I mean, that’s how it goes for normal wrestlers, right? You can have a match and realistically expect the other person not to become some wildly obsessed psycho who spins one contest into some fucking blood feud? Look at how fucked up I was at the end of that match! You think I’d be the one who couldn’t let go, but no, it’s the guy who won. I won’t pretend I don’t know why he clings onto this moment in time so tightly. He was at his most powerful when he beat the woman I used to be. He threw everything he had into beating a twenty-year-old rookie, and that’s who he needs to remember me as. The person he’s already beaten. That’ll eventually catch up to his ass. I don’t have any problem revisiting this shit. What’s done is done, and the championship I have now is anything but a consolation prize. I learned, I grew, and now, I have the most coveted championship in all of Japan around my waist. I’ll be damned if I lose it to somebody who peaked already and can’t cope.”

At this point, the next clip is played. The footage that played now was from March 2016 inside Marquee Nightclub in New York City. A pink-haired Aria is flanked by four other wrestlers, walking stone-faced down the ramp to cheers from the crowd. All at once, it seems, they break their stride and run directly at the other group of wrestlers further down the ramp, which included Jaeger. “I know Nas has heard me mention a million times how bad this night went for me,” Aria remarks. “Long story short, this is back when I used to be all selfless and altruistic.” She paused, shuddering. “Stupid as hell, I know. But anyway, only a couple of months after I became the object of Jaeger’s obsession, we had to face each other again. He was in this stable that was kinda like a bootleg version of the Troupe, and they wanted control of a whole show. My dumb ass decided to do something nice for the greater good and try to stop the hostile takeover. Again, no matter what I did, was let down by the people around me coming up short.”

“A distant memory, I’m sure,” said Saul.

“Well, yeah, obviously,” Aria beamed. “It was back then that I should’ve learned the importance of surrounding yourself with the right people. Trust me, I loathed Jaeger and all his friends, but I’d never seen a more cohesive unit than them. At one time, anyway. Now there’s not a single faction on earth that can hold a candle to the bond holding The Phantom Troupe together. Jaeger is a fool. He thinks I have Y'all at my beck and call and that I’ll need you to beat him, but I won’t. My boys won’t have to do shit but meet me behind the curtain after I beat that vanilla midget within an inch of his life and tick off another successful title defense in his blood. Like I said, he’s living in the past. He can change his hair, flaunt a new attitude, sign with a different company, it doesn’t matter. He’s been running in place for YEARS, and maybe if he had the good fortune of anyone else, it wouldn’t bite him in the ass. He’s fucking with me, somebody who hasn’t stopped evolving since the first time we crossed paths. The woman he used to poke and prod at had some restraint. I’d never have imagined hurting somebody on purpose, even if it meant hanging onto my precious championship. But now? Accidents happen, but what I do to Jaeger won’t be an accident. Every kick to the grill, every submission contorting his joints and cutting off his air supply, every elbow to the head...it’s all deliberate. But unlike this psycho, I don’t want my opponent dead. Number one, I’d rather not spend my hard-earned money on unnecessary fucking legal fees, and number two, what fun is it if he’s not around to be constantly reminded of his failure? After this, I won’t lie, I want him to hang around. He might get on my last nerve, but after this, there won’t be shit he can tell me. He won’t ever be able to look me in the eye again. He’ll never again feel like we’re on the same level when I’m walking around backstage with my title in my hands as a constant reminder of the time he failed so miserably.”

A new clip overtakes the big screen once more, and this one is from a cloudy evening in South Bend, Indiana from April 2016. In a flash, Brian Daniels yanks Jaeger down into a victory roll. He kicks wildly trying to break free, but Daniels holds steadfast, holding him in place for a three-count. At that point, three bell chimes echo in the stadium, and the crowd leaps to their feet. Jaeger’s mouth is agape, and Aria laughs hysterically at the visual. “I’ll be honest, this one was just a bonus clip. He wants me to be scared of someone who loses titles to roll-ups? Fuck outta here.”

Aria rolls her eyes. After a couple of moments, a content sigh precedes her next words. “After that was when things got interesting, though. See after Jaeger damn near got murdered by Daniels and his friends a couple months later, he eventually did manage to notch an unimpressive little midcard championship reign. But apparently, when he lost that singles title, all the wind was taken outta his sails. He tucked his tail between his legs and ran off to a seat behind the commentary table. He didn’t have the balls to step back into the ring at that point, so it seemed he decided to fixate on the people daring to do what his bitch ass couldn’t -- or wouldn’t. He became so obsessed with his one-time mentor that eventually she didn’t want anything to do with him, but even before that, he was running his mouth with little snide comments about me on shows where I wasn’t even appearing. I mean, I get it, I’m a topic of conversation, I’m really fucking important, but it was getting outta hand. By the time we stepped in the ring to face off again, it was pathetic how far he’d fallen.”

The footage shown now was from Sydney, Australia in March 2018. A blue-haired Aria is standing on the ring apron scowling, reaching over the top rope to backhand Jaeger before collecting a very...familiar looking championship from the ringside assistant. She smiles and waves goodbye to Jaeger as she walks backward up the ramp. “Oh, this match was a shitshow, but I did kinda get the chance to repay Jaeger for all the shit-talking he’d done up to that point. Like I said, though, this wasn’t the same dude that people were calling “the future of the industry” before. This was a delusional fanboy chasing a vendetta to the ends of the earth. He was desperate for another chance in the sun, but this night wasn’t like the chance I’m so graciously granting him now. And just like right now, when this match took place, I was walking in as a dominant world champion and he should’ve been thanking whoever the fuck he prays to that he was even allowed to breathe the same air as me, much less share the same ring. He won’t talk about all of this, so I will. Look at the way the story’s changed. Back in the day, I can almost see why people would’ve thought a match between us was a mismatch, but now the only person saying that is Jaeger himself. Budokai Tenkaichi was supposed to be some kinda twisted fairytale for him, wasn’t it? Make the most of his triumphant return, rise from the ashes like a phoenix, and knock off the person he hates most in the world all in one go, right? I’ll tell him the same shit I told that glorified Forever 21 cashier lookalike that I’m facing on night one of the show; I don’t specialize in fairy tales. People who come at me sideways don’t get happy endings.”

“You’ve been wrong since the beginning, Jaeger. You see this company as a joke and its HBIC as an easy mark, but tell me, how fast do you think you’ll be able to adapt once you step in that ring with me and realize it’s too late to correct the mindset that’s gonna get you hurt? You might just find yourself wondering why you didn’t just stay with our previous employer. Your claims that I had to cut my losses and go somewhere with easier competition doesn’t hold much weight. I’m better than every man who’s tried to take my prize -- you especially -- but that doesn’t mean they haven’t tried their hardest. They gave everything they had just to come up short, and you’re about to find out what that’s like. You think you’re destined to take me down because those scrubs in the crowd don’t want me as champion? You’re a little late on that one. They’ve hated me since DAY ONE, and at no point has that stopped me. Hell, most of the locker room can’t stand to see me on top either, and what’s all their grumbling gotten them so far? A bunch of hurt feelings and soon to be three reminders of the danger that comes with dealing with the absolute best this company has to offer. The place we used to work for chewed you up and spat you out. You can call yourself the best all you want, but I only see the best when I look in the fucking mirror. You know what I see when I look at you? A pathetic shell of a man who’s lost so many brain cells that he thinks he’s about to parlay this whole beef into a championship win. You wanna be important SO bad, but don’t let all this footage fool you. For all the times we’ve crossed paths, in the interim between all these incidents, I never gave you a second thought. Meanwhile, you were diverting every spare thought to wanting me out of the picture. Fixating on things you can’t have is dangerous, and you probably should’ve learned that by now. Drake Jaeger isn’t used to basking in the bright lights of the main event scene, but Aria Jaxon is. The final match of Budokai Tenkaichi is where I belong. It’s where I’ve made my home, and you think I’m the one that’s out of my element?”

Aria chuckles, shaking her head before gesturing to herself. “Nah. I’m the object of your obsession, remember? And you’re just a footnote in my story. That’s where the imbalance comes in. Don’t try saving face by telling me it’s nothing personal. I know better. You came all this way just to try your hand at beating me. You won’t know peace until you can say you’ve beaten me one-on-one and finally claimed that elusive world title reign...but that reign will continue to be elusive, and you still won’t find that peace you’re looking for. You should’ve stayed in the stockroom of whatever anime memorabilia store you got hired at after you disappeared before. But since you crawled out of that hole, I’ll do what I can to make your time above ground mean something. Budokai Tenkaichi is not the night you make an example of me en route to capping off your cute little comeback. It’s the night I take you on a guided tour of this company as it IS, not as you’ve imagined it to be. The landscape of Strong Style Wrestling? The Phantom Troupe runs it, and we take particular joy in smacking around the lame ass misfits you call your Ronin brothers. And as for anyone thinking of themselves as a contender, I stand head and shoulders above them all. It’s a harsh fucking landscape to find yourself a part of, and I rule over all of it as The Queen. You haven’t knelt at my feet yet, but you will. Even if I have to cut your legs out from underneath you to make it happen, I can manage that.”

Aria grins broadly as she slams her cup down in the cup holder beside her and crosses her arms behind her head, leaning back in her seat. Her tone of voice is breezy. “Welcome to your new reality, Jaeger. The one where I ALWAYS win.”

The champion kicks her feet up on the headrest of the seat in front of her as the shot fades to black.


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on June 29th 2018, 6:59 pmkennydrake
PENDLETON, OR
HEAVEN’S DEN - NORTHWEST FIELDS
11:57 pm - TUESDAY

You stand in a lonely plain. A gentle wind sweeps across, blowing the few pieces of tall grass back and forth. The moon is full overhead, giving the hills nearby an eerie blue tint. 

A child carrying a lantern bounds over the small hill and runs across the field. The flame inside barely clings to life, fighting against the constant swinging from the child’s careless grasp. Behind him run three more children, and behind them, a large group of adults. Several of them hold lanterns. A few hold ends of intertwined red sheets. Countless men and women stalk over the hill, silhouetted by the bright white moon. Twenty, thirty, forty...70...100 men and women, half of whom carry torches. 

Two in the middle carry large items under red cloaks, but the form and shape and fall of the cloak says it is a scarecrow. As the mass of people gets closer, you can hear them sing with beautiful voices.

CONGREGATION 
“As I went down to the river to prey/studying about that goooood old way/and who shall wear/the thorny crown/oh fa-ther, show me the way…”

The congregation walks past, surrounding you; draping you in their crimson cloaks, dragging you along with them...they welcome you as their own. They take you in. You feel safe. 

The sight that befalls you ahead is truly magnificent. A giant altar in the middle of the field...in front of it, a fire rages, being kept under control by two men in Black balaclavas. A woman in a jet black sari and black leather jacket sits on the stage, deep in meditation. Sitting behind her on the field are thirty men and women in black and gold robes, their heads shaved bald. Red lines run over their left eyes. The woman has a large red line down over her left eye. Niki Khan. 

She is beautiful...you want to be with Her...study with Her...love Her and one day hopefully have Her hold you in Her arms and give you strength...You wish to be so blessed as to be in the proximity of Guru Khan…

The sudden arrival of a young man - a boy, really  - in Black trench coat on the stage shakes you back to the present. The young man’s unruly hair falls haphazardly in his face, but he simply stares forward, eyes gazed on nothing in particular 1000 miles away. Rasmus Walker.

Another man steps on stage. He wears a large brown hunting coat adorned in patches. He surveys the area for an eerily uncomfortable amount of time. Clinton Stone. 

You fear them. Almost immediately, you are filled with an overwhelming feeling of unpredictability and impending doom. They ooze violence. They seep terror from their very pores, and what frightens you most? Is the feeling that they enjoy it all. You wish to join them; follow behind them, never stand in front of them. 

The next man that steps on stage, however...He leaves you in stunned silence. The Man walks slowly; confidently; with purpose and grace. He wears a long white fur coat. Even in the dark of night, he wears round sunglasses. The fire flickers in the reflection, making the man look like Satan himself. He walks to Niki Khan and places his hand on her cheek, before turning to the people...turning to You. A comforting, calm silence falls over the congregation. You only look at the Man...the Man known as Kenny Drake.

KENNY DRAKE
This Sunday...this Sunday, my brothers and sisters...this Holiest of Days, We go to a foreign land to defend our honor...to defend our pride...to defend our CLAIM to the Kingdom. It is ours, Brothers...Sisters, do you hear me? It is OUR KINGDOM, and therefore it is OURS to PROTECT. We go to a land of liars...of miscreants...of perverts. Japan is a land of Sinners, simple and plain...islands of people who claim to be respectful and polite, but hide the same evil desires and perversions as everyone else! In fact, I’d rather someone be OPEN about it all instead of showing such cowardice. Pathetic. 

You are filled with an intense anger and hatred for the sinners...an irreversible and fierce feeling of loyalty for Kenny Drake washes over you...you would DIE for Him...he raises his hand, and you immediately silence your thoughts. 

We will not lose our place in this...heathen land. No...instead, Brother Nate and I will RAZE their cities! We shall burn their suburbs, towns, ports, metropolis’s and villages alike and leave NOTHING in our wake but fear...and do you all know why? 

Because He has given me the strength to do so. 

The strength of Kenny Drake fills you with hope and furthers your devotion. You find your hands clasped in prayer in front of your face. 

KENNY DRAKE
Once again...we are set to face the avatars of idiocy, vapidity, and uselessness. Jessica Ross and Savannah Sunrise. The worst of the worst. The bubble gum pop princesses that are here to satisfy a futile and fickle fan base...to meet a niche. That’s it. They HAVE their place...they HAVE THEIR SPOT, and let me tell you all know, Brothers and sisters...it is NOWHERE near us. In fact, what claim do they have?! We BEAT them to get a shot at the thrones ...we BEAT them to GET the thrones...the path is clear ...we must KILL THEM to keep it.

A flutter behind you takes your gaze from the father… how dare they...but you see the scarecrows, now uncovered, are made to resemble the Sugar Girls. The effigies are passed from hand to hand with disdain and contempt. The loathsome Sugar Girls. Pointless fools. Leaders of a lost generation. You HATE them. You wish nothing but pain and sadness on them and their families. The fact they are uttered in the same breath as the Father and General is blasphemy. You want them dead...bloody messes...vile, horrible creatures! The Jessica Rose effigy moves past you, and in a fit of passion, you spit on it. A roar rises from the crowd. Hands pat you on the shoulder. SHE SMILED! YOU MADE THE GURU SMILE!!! An unwavering devotion to the Drake Family and Wolvesden floods you, and you sink in with a smile. 

The effigies are brought to the stage and placed next to Father Drake. He grabs the stakes of the effigies and gently tilts both headfirst into the raging fire in front of him. They instantly go up in flames. He tilts them back, giving you and the whole congregation a clear view. Burn. Burn. BURN. 

KENNY DRAKE
These effigies are almost exact replicas of the Sugar Girls. Nothing...nothing but a husk filled with stuffing. Empty; hollow. From a distance, wow! How intimidating! Best friends, vicious fighters, world warriors! 

But as you get closer, what do you see? You see it was all just a charade. A light breeze pushes them over, and even the slightest spark...and look...up in flames. 

I ask of you all, is THIS who deserves to be in our company? Is THIS the best that there is to offer? If that’s the case...if the Sugar Girls are TRULY considered contenders...then these titles are nothing more than wasted leather and precious metals...because I guarantee, if the Candy Thots get their sticky little fingers on these titles, then they mean nothing. Not a damn thing, because the SUGAR GIRLS mean nothing. To anybody. What do they have that we don’t? Determination? Friendship? Belief in THEMSELVES? I can’t tell you how upsetting that is...that having the bare minimum is now ENOUGH to be given CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITIES...imagine...to go from hearing “Bloodline Tag Team Champions, the almighty Wolvesden...to “your champions, the Sugar Girls…” It would be as if I gave the title to this child here.

Kenny kneels and tussles the hair of the child in question, who raises his arms in victory And giggles. You chuckle as well...imagine, children like him or Sugar Girls as champion...the thought makes you guffaw out loud. You silence yourself, but you seem to have sparked laughter in the congregation. You feel happy...you feel at home. 
Kenny smiles and raises his hand, silencing you and the crowd. 

KENNY DRAKE
Brother Nate and I know our goal...we have our mission...it is to preserve the reverence of these belts. It is to DEFEND the honor of the Tag Team division and to RID THIS WORLD of those that try and lead you into Sin! THESE SINNERS WANT TO TAKE THESE FROM US! THEY WANT TO STRIP US OF THE POWER THAT WE FOUGHT AND CLAWED FOR!! THEY WANT WHAT THEY DO NOT DESERVE, LIKE THE REST OF THIS HORRIBLE GENERATION!! WILL WE GIVE IT TO THEM?!?

NO!!! 

WILL WE GIVE THIS WORLD TO THE SINNERS?!

NO!!!

WE WILL FIGHT. WE WILL BLEED. WE WILL SPREAD THE GOSPEL OF ULTRAVIOLENCE UNTIL THE ENTIRE WORLD SHOUTS IN UNISON…LONG LIVE THE WOLF KING...LONG LIVE THE RED RIGHT HAND…


“PRAISE HIM!!! LONG LIVE THE WOLF KING!!!”

And when the usurped and the sinners scream and cry for help under our boot heels...and when the helpless and weak bleat like wounded deer, begging to die...and the SUGAR GIRLS THEMSELVES reach up to us with their bloodied hands and mangled, twisted faces...begging for mercy...We will say, as we give the final stomp to their broomstick necks...

“Wolves...Aeternum…”

You feel tears streaming down your face. You hear your voice scream “Wolves, Aeternum” along with the rest of the congregation; you have never heard yourself so strong and confident. Your voice is powerful with the group, yet you can hear yourself clear as day. You have never felt such pride; never felt such unbelievable happiness and love for one person. 

Father Drake cracks his neck and drives the stakes into the wooden stage. The effigies sway for a moment sending embers flying in the air. Some land behind the stage, catching the tall grass on fire. You feel no fear. The congregation begins to dance and sing wildly as Kenny and Guru Khan walk off the stage. On the hill nearby, a helicopter waits, blades rotating and ready to fly. You watch them walk away as you dance amongst the flames...you have never felt so happy...as the you dance, the children run back towards the farm...the flames from the effigies begin to whip off with the wind...the stage itself catches light. Soon, you and and hundred more dance and sing “Wolves Aeternum” into the night sky. You scream it into the air as the flames rise to meet the moon. Kenny Drake and Nate Cage will not lose. Wolvesden will never fall. The fire consumes you. You feel the warmth of Kenny Drake...you feel…

Nothing.



Wolves, Aeternum

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on June 29th 2018, 2:48 pmFinnegan Wakefield
Finnegan Wakefield has always been a man that carries himself and the company he represents with a smile in the face of any conflict that finds it's way to him like a moth to a flame. With the recent events of his open challenge for the OWA World Championship, being issued within what some could consider enemy territory, this occasion seems to be no different. A conference room has been prepared for the evening, a small gathering seated in front of a table, men and women dressed like reporters, more than likely the profession that brought them here with their notepads and cameras. We are not left waiting long as the OWA Champion emerges to the sound and lights of flashbulbs igniting the room, dressed sharply for the occasion, a respectable public image to display. He places the championship belt onto the table, propped up to show the glistening golden plate as he takes his seat at the table, picking up the microphone and waving off a man standing to the side, presumably a moderator for this event. He'd look out to the sea of reporters and began to speak clearly and directly towards them. ”I have been asked many questions since the events of the recent SSW event, many that I have answers to and some that I haven't quite found the answers to yet. I will spare you all here today the task of having to repeat those questions to me for your tabloids, instead, I will address everything that needs to be addressed as it concerns to Budokai Tenkaichi." He'd allow the moderator the translate his message to the press, after he finishes, Finn continues. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is that of the unknown. I came to Strong Style Wrestling to challenge myself as a champion, by facing an unknown challenge head-on with little to no time for preparation. Some have told me it is a gutsy, if not foolish, move to make. And perhaps the reason has been misconstrued. I didn't come to Japan to challenge a wrestler from the east as a wrestler from the west hoping to display some kind of international dominance by placing a championship belt on the line. No, I actually challenged a member of the SSW roster to a championship match because I have a deep admiration for the Japanese puroresu scene and, with this joint event taking place in this country, couldn't think of a better way to prove my worth as a 'world' champion than by taking my challenge to the public, for anyone who wanted to test my valiance as champion. You see, I think I have something to prove to the Japanese people. Last time I wrestled in this country, it was just a little under two years ago, as what you would call a young lion, inexperienced but fortunate to receive a shot at Tag Team gold in a losing effort. I feel I have to prove my growth to cast away any doubt that I am a world elite wrestler. To prove that I am a more complete fighter than what some would give me credit for. And that brings me to Budokai Tenkaichi." Following the translation being verbalised, Finnegan addresses the elephant in the room.

”Maelstrom has made many claims leading up to this match. He believes he knows everything there is to know about Finnegan Wakefield, that he has me all figured out. He is of the impression that my defeat at his hands is all but an inevitability, that I am no real opposition for him, that he is unlike any other man I have ever stepped in the ring with. I have heard these kinds of statements many times before in my short career. These kinds of statements have been made by many men who felt that they knew me better than I knew myself. And that way of thinking has never worked out for them. Though I don't underestimate the fight that Maelstrom will bring, I very much doubt that he hasn't underestimated me. He has never stepped in the ring with me. He has never looked me in the eyes and saw what all those men that have come before him have seen as they stared into the portal to my soul. That I don't possess fear. That I am not burdened with uncertainty. That there is no desperate man behind these eyes. That the Finnegan Wakefield you take at face value and the Finnegan Wakefield you meet in the ring are two entirely different beasts, and Maelstrom has yet to learn of that difference. That will be his undoing. That will be the vulnerability that his mightier-than-thou demeanour will never allow him to understand. And that is what will guarantee that the OWA World Championship will not find a new "master" when all is said and done. His philosophies are unfound and his hyperbole has yet to be put into practice. He looks at the world like an object that he can possess, and that this championship --" Finnegan pats his hand on the golden plate of the OWA World Championship "-- is nothing in his grand scheme of things. Well, Maelstrom if you're listening and I am sure you are, if you see this championship as nothing of value, you will be leaving Budokai Tenkaichi with an image of a fallen demigod that is the ruler of nothing. It's true, I may not know much about you but your name and your affiliation, but you have painted me an image that speaks a thousand words about the man I battle tomorrow night, and it has helped me get an understanding and given me all the tools I need to break this facade behind your words. And it starts with your affiliation; the Phantom Troupe. I've seen the agenda they have around here, I have seen what they do to tip the balance into their favor when all seems bleak and that's why I have decided to ensure that if the Phantom Troupe rear their ugly heads, that I will have someone -- scratch that -- a group that will be watching my back to ensure their influence doesn't spread any further." Many flashbulbs ignite as Finnegan unbuttons his dress shirt, revealing a Shoot Nation T-Shirt beneath. "For one night, I will be an honorary member of the Shoot Nation faction. I have been training in their camp alongside the likes of Kawada, Santiago, Kingsley & Pendragon to prepare myself for a war of attrition against any and all members of the Phantom Troupe. So, if you believe I am coming into this match blind, facing the unknown helplessly and regretfully, you are sadly mistaken. You praise yourself highly, Maelstrom, you praise yourself like you're some type of god. Tomorrow Night, Budokai Tenkaichi, with the OWA World Championship on the line, I am going to show you what is a god to a non-believer. And send your distortion world crashing down!"
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on June 29th 2018, 12:44 pmCM Nas
Brian Daniels...the most foolish man to ever walk this earth.

Yes I said it. Even more so than I was when I followed a path in life just like his. Had Brian Daniels thought out his future wisely he would have stayed wherever we, The Phantom Troupe, sent him last time we assaulted him and costed him his position as the beloved chairman of Strong Style Wrestling. And now look at the man. Desiring to make one last ditch effort to come back for vengeance against us? For what? Speeding up the process of what was naturally destined to happen? Brian Daniels does not belong in a professional wrestling ring in the year of 2018. The two concepts just are not compatible. It’s like if someone were to suggest that I, CM Nas, were not the Best. The two concepts just cannot be paired together. Well unless you desire to deceive people of course. Because what Brian Daniels is trying to escape from so badly. What Brian Daniels wishes to fight back against so much...if reality! The cold hard reality is, his time has already passed and he’s trying to hang on to this by every last thread he can cling his grubby paws to. The man is washed up. He is passed his prime. His expiration date has already already come. All I am seeking to do is show him the door, like any respectable young man would do. How is that such a bad thing when you really look at it down to its core? Can any of you ingrates riddle me that one? In the end Brian Daniels will be doing the wrestling world a service on his way out of it, just as he did during his time within it. Brian will be used as the ultimate platform that shall propell CM Nas into a stratosphere that no other member of our industry has entered before. I’ll truly be the single most massive name in the history of professional wrestling! Only a position deserved to be held by the best such as myself. So Brian we go way back, much farther than most would assume at first glance, and our relationship spans many different types, whether as friends, mentor and mentee, or now heated enemies pitted against one another. Now I am not stupid. I fully realize you won’t go down without a fight. That is the story of Brian Daniels’ Career after all. Never say die. Unfortunately Brian, you face the one man who arguably knows that very mentality even greater than you do! I have been scratching and clawing for every little bit of everything I have obtained in my professional life! I built this damn empire I stand upon now all on my own! Through my own hard work and determination! Every bit of energy I’ve exerted. Every drop of sweat, blood, and tears I shed throughout the years. They were all worth it in the end! As now here I am as the most powerful man in all of Wrestling! A man carrying multiple world championships, a loyal fanbase who recognize fully that there is no one better, and being a very influential member in the most powerful organization of talent in the entire world...The Phantom Troupe of course. Standing alongside me is of course my dear friend Saul Omen. No I would go a step further in saying Saul is a Brother in Arms! We have some differing views on the world and those in it, however our goals are not mutually exclusive obviously, or else we would not be the cohesive unit we have managed to be for so many months now. I am the Heavenly Deity who casts divine judgement upon you, and Saul is the Reaper who banishes all who oppose him straight to the depths of hell itself! The pain and suffering awaiting you and Stark at Budokai Tenkaichi shall last for an eternity! You’ll have permanent scars to remind you constantly of the beating you took at the hands of CM Nas and Saul Omen. And as for Stark. You might as well give it up now buddy. You couldn’t even defeat JUST ME! What could possibly make you think that you can stop both myself AND Saul Omen when you have nothing more than a withered old man backin you up. And I must ask, why should anyone trust YOU after what you did to Jacob Senn at Supremacy. Brian Daniels specifically. In the end Stark, you wisest decision would be either to skip town altogether, or join Brian Daniels in the retirement home, because you stand absolutely zero chance of stopping Saul Omen and The BEST! WRESTLER! ALIVE! C! M! NAS! So for the two of you, your fate is very simple. You should know how it goes by now bois…

HAKAI!
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on June 29th 2018, 7:35 amThe One True Pairing




(Cash and Sakura are shown leaving the restaurant - their arms locked as Sakura rests her head against Cash’s shoulder. They walk along the streets of Osaka as Sakura’s eyes glare at any women that walk by them as they get too close to Cash)

Cash: Relax, my Cherry Blossom.

(Sakura grumbles as they continue to walk. As they walk by an alley, they’re interrupted by children shooting fireworks within it. Sakura immediately looks at them with glee)

Sakura: Oh my God! I love this!

Cash: I thought you hated kids.

Sakura: Who gives a shit about the kids, look at the fireworks!

(Sakura rushes up to the kids, pushing them over and taking possession of their fireworks as they yell at her in Japanese before running off)

Cash: I wonder what they were shooting those for.

(Sakura’s eyes remain fixated on the fireworks, wasting no time lighting them up as Cash makes his way over to her)

Sakura: Aren’t they pretty, my Cassius?

Cash: Not as pretty as you, my Cherry Blossom.

Sakura: Aww!

(Sakura and Cash kiss before Sakura lights up another firecracker, tossing it into the air as it explodes)

Cash: I wonder if everyone just shoots fireworks around this time. They don’t celebrate 4th of July here, but that does remind me.

Sakura: You’re right! We should buy lots of fireworks! We could blow up so many things!

Cash: I would love that. We could use them to celebrate our victory.

Sakura: I like how you think. You know what, we should incorporate these into our match! Let’s just blow up Shoot Nation!

Cash: Nothing would please me more, my Cherry Blossom. In fact… I think there’s something to be said here about this. I dare say these fireworks remind me of our opponents. Not just the ones at Budokai. All of them. Every single one of them are nothing but insignificant firecrackers - they’ve all been one massively disappointing bang, and then the novelty of facing them immediately wears off. Before your very eyes, you watch their entire lifespan in mere moments. They’ve all got that… You know, that spark. They’ve got something that ignites that supposed “undying will” that makes them get up and fight even in the face of an inevitable loss. They light up and they explode and they show what they’ve got before not only OTP, but their fellow peers and friends and family and so many watching around the World… Before their time is up and they go out, along with the rest. And then…

(Cash walks over to the used firecrackers laying on the ground)

Cash: And then they become this. They’ve already exceeded their purpose. They’ve overstayed their welcome, and now they’re nothing more than wasted space. And we’re forced to look at them when it’s finished. They have absolutely nothing left of value to offer to The One True Pairing, and yet here they are. Belle Kingsley has fought and died on this hill already, and yet, she’s been given another shot...

Sakura: Ugh… Don’t remind me of her again.

(Sakura lights another firecracker - chucking it at the nearest wall as it explodes)

Cash: I’d be lying if I said it didn’t nag me. Something about it. Something about how persistent these useless people can be. Doesn’t she understand? You can’t hope to win against something you can’t even comprehend, and she sits there spouting off her hollow words and achieves nothing but the blatant fact that she hasn’t the faintest clue why she stands before us as the challenger while we are the Champions. It’s never been some big secret. It’s not something the likes of which she could ever hope to dig down deep within herself and pull out to pull off the upset of the century. It’s something she’s never had, and never WILL have. It’s why she’s just a tiny firecracker in the grand scheme of things, and she’s already gone off. Now? Now all she is…

(Cash steps down onto the used firecracker in front of him)

Cash: Worthless. Absolutely worthless. This company lacks anyone of value to challenge us, so they throw their little dog another bone even when the outcome is long since decided. Her spooky friend won’t make a difference. Her Shoot Nation pals won’t heed the call and save the day. She’s a victim of avarice - the money, power, and fame that we’ve always had - it’s what she wants more than anything deep down. Deep down in her tiny, frail body in the deepest corners of her mind that she ignores, she knows she wants to be the One True Pairing. That’s why she desperately reaches out and hopes she can grab onto our gold, if only for one fleeting moment. She is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, a firecracker. And what do we do with firecrackers, my Cherry Blossom?

(Sakura smiles at Cash as she lights another firecracker)

Sakura: We use them…

(Sakura throws the firecracker into the air as it explodes. They both watch as its remains drop to the ground)

Cash: … And then we leave them broken, beaten, and nothing of value to anyone. She and The Apparition don’t know what they’re truly putting on the line by standing in the ring with us. This is more than any Championship match. This isn’t about simply walking out as Champions. This isn’t even about bragging rights. They don’t realize they’ve put their lives on the line by stepping inside the ring with us. They abide by rules - ones that don’t exist. Rules that have never existed. They waste their entire lives trying to color between the lines, no matter how frustrated they get. No matter how often they wonder why they just can’t pull off the big one. Why they can’t be the center of attention. Why they fail time and time again while people like us succeed - the ones who are supposedly the “bad guys”. It’s because we’ve always done what we want to get what we desire, and we always will. They’re all nothing short of dogs with moral chains around their necks, and they are going to die a slow, painful death by going as far as those chains will take them as they desperately try to reach out for our gold and know they’ll never get close enough. We’ll laugh and celebrate while we watch the life leave their broken bodies, and they will become just another firecracker in the garbage.

(Sakura sets off another firecracker before Cash pulls her to him)

Cash: That’s the big difference between them and us. They’ll die for their precious Shoot Nation and believe it’s an honorable death. Us? The One True Pairing will celebrate their independence. We will become an entity on our own, transcending all these factions. Tres Comas Club will profit, but they will do so under our guidance. Belle and The Apparation will die as nameless soldiers for a pathetic, meaningless cause. And that, my Cherry Blossom… Is something to celebrate.

(Cash and Sakura kiss before looking at all of the used fireworks laying on the ground of the alley)

Sakura: Can we get more, my Cassius?

Cash: Of course, my Cherry Blossom. You can have anything you want. You will always get it.

(Cash and Sakura smile at one another before locking arms and exiting the alley, leaving behind all of the used fireworks on the ground before the camera fades to black)


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on June 29th 2018, 6:01 amBANG
覇 The camera shows nothing but total darkness as a song begins to play... 覇

“Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby’s mamas, mamas…”

覇 The camera slowly begins to zoom out 覇

“Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas…”

覇 The camera zooms out further to slowly reveal what appear to be black sunglasses 覇

“Yeah, go like this -”

覇 The camera pans out further, revealing the sunglasses on the face of a motionless Drake Jaeger 覇

“I’m sorry, Miss Jackson (Oooh) I am for real”

覇 The camera continues to pan out, showing Drake’s entire stoic expression and his bare shoulders as he remains seated 覇

“Never meant to make your daughter cry/I apologize a trillion times”

覇 The camera finally stops, revealing Drake Jaeger sitting at a long table in an unknown room that’s been set up to resemble a Strong Style Wrestling Press Conference, along with a large “Ronin” banner behind him. Next to a still motionless Drake sits a boombox playing the song 覇

“I’m sorry, Miss Jackson (Oooh) I am for real”--

覇 Drake finally moves, stopping the song with the press of a button on the boombox. Silence fills the entire room as Drake says nothing. He continues to look directly at the camera, wearing his black sunglasses as begins to rock back and forth in his chair 覇

Drake: Ahem… Ladies and gentlemen… I would like to welcome each and every one of you to the Drake Jaeger Pre-Match Victory Celebration. I don’t have my World Championship quite yet, it’s currently still in the mailing system and being delivered to me on a silver platter by the brand new mailwoman of SSW - one Miss Aria Jaxon.

覇 Drake chuckles and shakes his head 覇

Drake: And I know… I know EXACTLY what you’re all thinking. You’re thinking ‘But Drake! How can you celebrate winning a match you haven’t even competed in yet?!’. I’d like every single one of you marks to listen to me very carefully - I’ve already won. I won the moment I signed my name on the dotted fucking line. I won the moment Aria decided to swallow something fouler than what she’s usually got in her mouth... And that is her pride. You see, Future Drake already beat Future Aria, so why should I go out of my way to put on some little facade to make the so-called “World Champion” feel better about herself? I mean if anything, Aria should be giving me some credit here, because little does she know, I’m already putting on airs by NOT bursting out into uncontrollable laughter at the sheer thought that she’s considered a World Champion in any way, shape, or form! In fact, how about this - how about I tell everyone a story. Uncle Drake is gonna paint a picture for you…

覇 Drake leans back in his chair, pretending to visualize his story as he continues 覇

Drake: Once upon a time, there lived a ratchet little girl by the name of Aria Jaxon. She showed up in the big city with nothing to her name, and there she displayed her talents for all to see. No, no, no, not talent in the ring! Talent elsewhere! Talent on the phone, and talent in the bed, and talent in the locker room where she would bitch and moan and whine about not getting her due. Then one day two heroes by the name of Drake and Jones came along to give her the bitchslap of SEVERAL lifetimes! Little Aria Jaxon was beaten within an inch of her miserable life and yet still thought it was a better idea to reach out for a chance to grab the rope and escape than it was to reach out for a fucking clue! She never learned her lesson and instead, she went on to do whatever it was Aria Jaxon does until she couldn’t take it anymore and left the big city to find a smaller one where she could thrive against a massive lack of competition to the point where it’s absolutely sad to watch. She declared herself Queen of this desolate, broken down World she found and believed she would live happily ever after. But little did she know… There is no such thing as happily ever after. Not for her. Not as long as there’s a breath left in the body of Drake Jaeger, because his purpose in life is to ensure there ISN’T a breath left in her tiny little body. She lived in peace and harmony with her World Title until the day Drake found out, and he knocked on the door and said “Little bitch, Little bitch, let me in” and she said, “Not by the beard on my chinny chin chin!” So Drake huffed… And he PUFFED….

覇 Drake gets on his feet 覇

Drake: AND HE BLEW ARIA JAXON’S ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE DOWN TO THE GROUND, BURNED THE REMAINS, AND PISSED ON THE ASHES!

覇 Drake plops back down into the chair, regaining his composure 覇

Drake: … And that, my friends, is the Ballad of Aria Jaxon. No more, no less. The day Drake Jaeger stepped onto the soil of her precious company was a grim reminder. That’s what I am. I’m a reminder of a past she can’t escape, no matter how far away she runs, and no matter who she beats, and no matter how many Titles she wins. You can’t escape fate, and her fate is to be the remains of shit I wipe off of my boot when the smoke clears and I’m busy polishing my new Championship while the World forgets who held it prior. She’s wasted her life here beating absolute nobodies, and that’s because she herself is a fucking nobody. She’s a weak, fragile, shark that picked off smaller fish in the sea until someone like me finally came along to devour her. It’s not even anything personal, sweetheart. Don’t let all of my eccentricity fool you into thinking you’re special. I’m rolling out the red carpet for you the way anyone would for someone’s funeral, because that’s what this is. It’s your funeral, and I’m giving you your last rites with every word I speak. When this is said and done, you’re gonna spit your venom at me and curse me for what I’ve done to you, but you need to know it really, really wasn’t something personal. It’s just in my nature to ruin people like you because I’m simply better. Plain and simple. Clear as fucking day. Better than you in every single possible way, and the sooner YOU accept that, the sooner we can all live our lives the way they should be and be in the roles we belong. You’ve got that big fucking forehead still high in the clouds, riding off the high of believing you belong with the “big boys” because you’re standing here in the main event with a main event Title, and you have absolutely no idea how hard you’re about to come crashing down. You built those wings you’re flying with out of wax, and I’m the fucking sun. Understand? When this is all over, you’ll hate me far, far more than you do now, but more importantly, you’ll remember this. You’ll think about it every fucking day for the rest of your miserable existence because come Sunday, you’ll have experienced the most important day in your entire LIFE… But for me, it’s just gonna be another Sunday.

覇 Drake loses focus as he starts to fiddle with the buttons on the boombox before turning back towards the camera 覇

Drake: Oh yeah, and I guess when I do win the Championship, I’ll be bringing it back to…

覇 Drake awkwardly turns around, lifting his sunglasses to read the banner behind him 覇

Drake: … Ronin. I’ll be bringing it to Ronin.

覇 Drake turns back around and shrugs 覇

Drake: So make a note of that. And also, you know, for future reference…

覇 Drake reaches underneath the table and pulls out a red solo cup, placing it on the table 覇

Drake: I know that I’ve garnered some hate since showing back up, and I know people have some issues with me. So as a lot of you know, there tends to be sponsored beverages here when people come in for their post-match Press Conferences. I took the effort to bring one of my own, because what I’ve got here isn’t an alcoholic beverage, let alone a sponsored one. I’m an innovator. I instead demand this right here.

覇 Drake picks up the cup, taking a sip of it. 覇

Drake: Ahh, that’s good. You know what that is?

覇 Drake places the cup back down and points at it 覇

Drake: THAT is something far sweeter than any normal beverage. That, my friends, is the tears of every piece of shit who’s crying about me showing up in this company and immediately getting a World Title shot. Hell, they’ve managed to nearly fill it to the brim! Insane… Here, let me show you a simulation of what it’s gonna be like when I win this company’s World Championship on my first try without having even stepped inside an SSW ring before.

覇 Drake reaches under the table again, this time pulling out a salt shaker. He vigorously sends salt into the water before taking another sip 覇

Drake: Mmm… Delicious.

覇Drake immediately tosses the cup as the contents of it go everywhere in the background 覇

Drake: Here’s what I think you all should do.

覇 Drake takes off his sunglasses as he stares into the camera 覇

Drake: I think you should take Aria’s lead and off yourself when this match is over, because you will all see the wall you’ve just run into. One that isn’t gonna budge. One that won’t be knocked down. One that can’t be reasoned with or struggled against. One with Aria Jaxon’s blood and viscera and hair dye painted all over it like a fucking MURAL! ONE FOR YOU ALL TO BARE WITNESS TO AND KNOW THAT DRAKE JAEGER WILL NOT BE FUCKED WITH! I am going to collectively take this entire fucking nobody company and I’m going to carry it on my extremely well-toned shoulders until I get bored and toss it aside just like I did that fucking cup, and why? WHY? Because I can, obviously. Because I’m the best, and I know I’m the best, and YOU know I’m the best, and Aria Jaxon is gonna know I’m the best. Oh no, she doesn’t know it yet. She doesn’t believe. She’s still thinking that this is a good thing for her. Like she’s finally gonna get her redemption for me knocking her the fuck out inside the ring so long ago, but that’s not the case. Instead, it’s gonna be Drake Jaeger taking a massive hammer of reality and smacking it down onto the final nail in the coffin Aria doesn’t realize she’s been in for a very long time. Before I carry this company, I’m gonna grab it by its head and make you all watch what I do to your World Champion, because in that moment, I am going to unite you. That’s right. I’m going to unite all four factions on the night of Tenkai-whatever the fuck. I speak Japanese, I don’t need to say it! I’m gonna make you all unite and I’m gonna tape your eyes open and I’m gonna make you all watch the things I do to your World Champion. You say “That’s not my World Champion”, but it IS. She IS your Champion, and you’ll know it because you’ll all feel the same dread and pain and agony she’s going through with every excruciating second, and you’ll all as ONE feel the despair of knowing you could have stopped me from beating her to a pulp and ending her career as a wrestler while simultaneously starting her career as the brand new poster girl of every fucking Lifetime and LMN movie from now to eternity! Because what I do to Aria Jaxon is going to be a borderline snuff film! What I do to your precious Champion is going to get me thrown in jail when it’s mistaken for several different hate crimes! I’m going to murder this bitch and you’re going to watch it happen! I AM NOT GOING TO WIN! SHE IS GOING TO FUCKING DIE!

覇 Drake flips the table over as he gets up to his feet. He paces around as he brushes his hair back 覇

Drake: … And then… And then I’m gonna just take what’s left. I hope she’s a “You’ll have to pull this Title from my cold dead hands” because I’m gonna take that more literally than you know, Aria. I’m gonna put you into the Goddamn ground, and I’m gonna enjoy every second of it. Not because I have to. Not because I want to.

覇 Drake walks over the table, getting up to the camera 覇

Drake: Just… Because.

覇 Drake smirks as he walks away, leaving behind the shattered remains of the table and boombox and set as the camera begins to zoom out again, panning further and further to reveal the room entirely empty. The Ronin banner falls down moments before the camera cuts to black 覇
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on June 29th 2018, 4:46 amZumi

Budokai Tenkaichi #1
“Jiyuu No Tsubasa”


I look back at my tenure in the world of a certain other promotion and feel happy that I’m out of there, I went there to hone my craft and become the best. A step towards truly becoming great in this business. Now with the wings of freedom spread, I continue to this upcoming chapter of my career but now in OWA.

To think it’s been over a month since I’ve had to step into a wrestling to compete but what a stage to make this return at. 50,000 people inside the Osaka Dome, cheering, screaming their hearts out for the arrival of the Almighty Empress. The crowd knows who’s coming back home and all this seems like in-ring return for everyone’s favorite Thot slayer. It was just years ago where I was trying to make my mark in some big American promotion and now I stand as a member of the OWA roster. It’s been ages since I’ve felt this free, I can pursue every kind of side project I’ve ever wanted. I’m finally spreading my wings once again but it doesn’t mean that I don’t care about wrestling. This is still my one true calling, to be in that ring and prove that I’m the best. It’s the constant drive for improvement that's made me the woman who I am right now. But enough about me, let’s talk about the woman who had the guts to stop up to the plate and take on The Almighty Empress. Diantha, I’ve got much respect for you because you decided to step and not just challenge me but face me in my backyard. Credit is due where it deserves to be given, Diantha. You stepped even when you haven’t won a match here in OWA, reminds me of myself. Even when I was losing at the beginning of my career here in America, I kept on fighting and showing heart until I got that first win. In that regard, you remind me of myself.

I know how much this match and winning this one matters to you. to get your first win in a new company is big deal, it allows you to send a message to the back and say that you have what it takes to be a contender. As much as I know you want to win but I can’t you let do that. This is my comeback and I simply won’t let you win just because I feel for you. When you make your entrance, remember that you’re gonna wake into a hostile crowd cheering on me. Don’t fright though, if you had the courage to step up and challenge then you must have known about that. Confidence is at an all-time high for yours truly right here, and why shouldn’t I be confident. My photo books are selling out all over Japan, I’m in charge of the most successful Joshi Wrestling company, and now I step back in the ring by being a part of the marquee matches for the show in one of the biggest areas that Japan has. Think about that, Diantha. Over 50,000 people are going to be attendance, think of this as your big moment. Show that talent and passion you have for this business! Make yourself known to the world, Diantha. That’s all I want from you because it won’t be any fun if I don’t have a challenge for my grand debut.

When we get to Osaka, show me that spirit that made you want to step up to me and challenge me to this match. If you want to be taken seriously in the wrestling world then stand up and make the people care. Become someone they despise or someone they cheer, showcase that heart and make me want to care about you as a threat in my future.

This is me telling you this, Diantha. Think of this as advice as someone who was once like you, I was once a struggler but now after overcoming every challenge and obstacle, I stand before you as one of the premier talents in Women’s Wrestling.

Take this as my last piece for you. When you take a fall, remember to get back up and stand proud. If you do that then you’re certainly on the right path to greatness. Rest is up to you to show me if you have what it takes to be a star. I want a challenge, Diantha you better not disappoint.
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on June 29th 2018, 4:41 amThe One True Pairing
Dear Diary,


Cassius is so hot and beautiful. I think I'm dying from being too in love, my heart is about to explode. Pls send help.


Love, Sakura






Sakura felt proud of herself as she finishes her first "Diary" entry on her computer. She sits at the table of a fancy pastry shop staring at the window waiting for Cassius, and she was lost in thought. She closes her laptop. She looks to the door and there he was. Cassius Corleone who had just arrived with a gift in hand -- stems of cherry blossoms made to look like a bouquet of flowers. Cassius does this from time to time and every time he did, Sakura just wanted to faint from how special he makes her feel. She tried not to, instead as soon as Cassius hands the flowers to her, she pulls him closer to kiss him.


Sakura Corleone: Oh, they're beautiful my love! 


Cassius Corleone: I'm glad you like them, my cherry blossom! 


Cassius sits across Sakura and they both stare at each other's smile. 


Waiter: Um.. so are you guys ready to order? 


Sakura Corleone: Can't you see that we're busy? God, people are so inconsiderate sometimes, we just wanted to have a good time on our date! It's been two hours! TWO HOURS since we last saw each other which is equivalent to about 5 years in our time! 


Waiter: Well, sorry, miss but --


Sakura Corleone: NO BUTS! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!


The Waiter starts to walk off.


Sakura Corleone: AND I WANT A STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE PLEASE!


Waiter: Right away, Miss. 


The waiter nervously hurries up and calls the order.


Sakura Corleone: Was I too harsh on him? 


Cassius Corleone: Not harsh enough, my love. Sometimes you have to set people straight or else they end up hurting themselves, it's a known fact of life!


Sakura Corleone: That's actually true, and those who are smart enough to listen to us would at most get half the success that we've had as a couple! Partners reach out to us for advice! Married couples try to be us when they see us walking down the street! We are everything that they wish they can be! Belle Kingsley always have the wrong impression of us because being a loser that nobody wants and having a partner who actually likes her company is as good as it gets for her! And now that she couldn't impress anyone with her lack of talent and in-ring presence, she comes at us because of how "annoying" we are as a couple. She sounds like that bitter bitch who just reads romance novels hoping to someday find "the one"! She sounds like one of those heartbroken salty idiots who can't stand the sight of two people being happy together while thinking to herself "they're gonna break up soon anyway" just because nobody takes her seriously enough to be with her unless its some racist asshole like Gronk!


Cassius Corleone: Oh my Sakura, I think it's obvious why she and the rest of Shoot Nation can never reach the same success that we have had in Tres Comas Club. A woman like her simply pales in comparison. You are the most beautiful woman on the planet, while she looks like a blonde Eugenia Cooney!


Sakura Corleone: I KNOW! She preaches so much about how cringe-worthy we are because we speak the truth, but she never noticed how humiliating her display is in the ring especially when faced with me? She is having a mental breakdown, and to be honest with you, I worry about her. Tell me, when did we start yelling "OTP!" over and over again?


Cassius Corleone: I don't think we do that. Why would we need to yell that?


Sakura Corleone: Exactly! I feel like she has just been hearing that in her head as a result of the beatdown that we constantly have given her week after week since the first day we faced each other! And now she claims something as ludicrous as the One True Pairing not doing anything for Tres Comas Club? We have brought the Lovebird Tag Team Championship to Tres Comas Club, and that is more to be proud of than anything she has ever done in the duration of her career in SSW! It's true that we are in our own world most of the time, but because of how we do things, we get the gold that she and The Apparition can only dream of taking! Belle Kingsley believes that no one else matters but the Phantom Troupe. She doesn't even believe in her own strength! She doesn't even believe in her own team! How on earth is she planning to win the titles against two people who believe in no one else but each other? Belle Kingsley is just as pessimistic as Saul Omen, and it comes to a point where it just gets sad how similar they are cutting their wrists over the fact that they're not important enough to be celebrated. And this world needs positivity, this world needs rainbows and milkshakes and cheesecakes! This World needs the One True Pairing! If I have to beat them over and over again just to prove that there is no taking the Lovebird Tag Team Championships from us, then so be it! I am ready for what little they have to offer in our match.


Waiter: Here's your milkshake, Miss. 


The Waiter gently places the milkshake on the table. 


Sakura Corleone: Ooohh this looks good. Share this with me, Cassius, will ya please?


Cassius Corleone: Of course, my Cherry Blossom!


Sakura places two bending straws right in the milkshake and they both happily sip. Sometimes even the most simple activities turn out to be the most enjoyable. Whether they are on their adventures or just simply enjoying a date, they can't help but fall in love more and more each passing day.


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on June 29th 2018, 1:00 amBelle Kingsley
One week, The Apparition and ourselves were two out of three people that got a victory over Tres Comas Club. The other week, I am getting screwed out of a victory by a woman who has been nothing but a thorn in my side, Sakura Corleone. I don’t say that in a way that is flattering or she can make it seem like it’s “sooooo cute”. I mean that in a way that no one in Shoot Nation wants to be in this match because she and Cassius are both annoying as heck. They are two people who used the power of money to even have those SSW Freebird Tag Team Championships. I know, it’s a perk of being part of Tres Comas Club. Their main motivation is money, but I don’t see that being the main motivation for One True Stupid Pairing. It almost thinks that they shouldn’t even there. I mean, it wouldn’t be shocking if the rest of the members don’t think that they belong there. They might as well kick those two out of the group because they offer nothing to Tres Comas Club. In this match, they aren’t even “Tres Comas Club”. They are “One True Pairing”. Is it like they don’t even associate themselves with the group? Is it because they know that they don’t matter? They have the power of love! They have love in their side and with love, ANYTHING is possible! Give me a break, OTP. No one cares about your love. The only thing people care about are those titles that are on your shoulders. The titles that should have belonged to Shoot Nation. At Budokai Tenkaichi, we will do the entire world a favor and bring those titles to our side. Like, it should have been in the very first place.

With Sakura, she claims that they have “stolen” my spotlight? And, I’m like “I had a spotlight to begin with?”. I’m sorry, but the word on the street is that Shoot Nation doesn’t matter. Tres Comas Club doesn’t matter. Who gives a hoot about Ronin! In the SSW world, if you’re not part of that Phantom Troupe jerk circle, you don’t matter at all. It must have been why you decided to be part of Tres Comas. It is so easy to insert yourself into their spotlight because no one else in the group matters. Who cares about Andre Virgo? Who cares about Miltiades? Who is GREED? Where in the world is Matias Navarro? Apparently, no one could give a damn about the other members of the group because they are too busy focusing on the cringe-worthy show that the two of you put on every single week You may think that it’s cute, but I find it pretty disgusting and I think you two are meant for each other. I mean, there is no one else in this world that would tolerate the cringe-worthy garbage that you deliver to one another. Go ahead and ignore my words. Come up with some of the dumbest reasonings and arguments are known to man. Shout “OTP, OTP, OTP” and try to convince people that you’re so great, but at least with Shoot Nation, we don’t need to shout our faction name in order to get people to give a damn about us. I think it is about time that someone put an end to your sad and pathetic reign. Finally, the titles will go to someone who will carry it with prestige and honor. It will go to people that care about the faction they are apart of. Most importantly, the titles will go to Shoot Nation.
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on June 29th 2018, 12:58 amScott Oasis
Jaydayne Pendragon….

The time has come my friend. The time has come for me to go back to doing what I do best in this business and that is hurting people, maiming people and EXPOSING PEOPLE! ….This is the time for all the talking to stop and for the fighting to begin….This is the time for the masses to reach their realization about who you truly are, not only as a competitor but as a man -- as the undeserving and poor excuse of a leader you are for those boys in the back! It is time for Strong Style Wrestling to be corrected and legitimacy in Japanese wrestling to be restored; the time for your demise is here Jaydayne, and it is long overdue. You’re phase one in my plans of liberating SSW, freeing it of all the deadweight holding the company hostage and halting it from growing. I’ve been waiting on this opportunity for weeks now. I knew as soon as the management over here cut me a check that I had to carry on with my duties of being gatekeeper in the industry. Given how I handled things in the others feds I’ve been in, me playing the role of clean up crew around here was something everyone should have expected. I’m not one to just stand by and watch the business that I respect, the business I have a BRAND upon, what my LIFE is based around, go to shit because a bunch of no talent punks who can’t match the standard were somehow allowed at the helm. That is why I won’t stop, I can NEVER rest easy, until one by one every flaw in this business is erased. I’m doing it in OWA and I WILL do it in SSW.

There is no doubt that I have a lot of work ahead of me when it comes to undoing the huge amount of damage that’s been done around here in such a short time of the place’s existence. Having watched and studied Strong Style Wrestling prior to making my decision to join it I was able to see just how much in need of my help this company was. When this company was announced it had all of the potential in the world, all of the mainstream competitors in the industry were watching this place’s every move; they were trying to see what it would do next -- trying to see if it would rise up and change the game. SSW had the whole world in its hands, it was on the verge of being an international sensation! But what happened? Stupid faction war nonsense. Piss poor young boys with no knowledge of the business. Broken down rejects from the big leagues. The credibility and good will that this company had fell down extremely quick, going from a major high point in the premiere to dwindling excitement and attention. To say it bluntly, this place became a JOKE. Don’t believe me? Look at the state of the shows.There’s a reason why this place has to cling on to OWA for relevancy. Hell, it has gotten to the point where the top champion and best freaking person in the place is a WOMAN. Aria Jaxon, all five feet and one hundred fifteen pounds of her - she gets to rule over the roster.

And matter of fact, who allowed that to happen? Jaydayne Pendragon. Someone SSW brought in and immediately pushed as one of its most important homegrown talents. Jaydayne was placed as the figurehead of Shoot Nation and in a lot of ways is almost like the mascot to the whole company. He’s the face you see in all of the promotion. He’s the guy they’ve had on the payroll since day one and continue to feature heavily! Every company needs men to push at the forefront don’t get me wrong, but has Jaydayne’s ability justified his position in the slightest? Not even close. Jaydayne belongs nowhere near the headlines he’s been placed upon, he’s hardly even worthy of this match with me but it must be done in order to rid the place of him. SSW has the chance to make something special, to be a supercard of the best wrestlers far and wide. Japan is known for treating wrestling as its most prized sport and there’s so many tough athletes, so many fighters and true men that could be brought in, but instead you have chosen to invest in a weakling such as Pendragon. The only reason Pendragon has went this long without his many, obvious shortcomings being capitalized upon is because of the disparity in talent here. Gronk came pretty close it’s just too bad such brute strength was wasted on someone so incompetent. That’s not what you’re getting with me though. Not only am I built like a true athlete but I work like one, I got a mind for this sport! A mind that will take SSW to the level it needs to be! A mind that has a vision with no space for you in it! I am going to send you out of SSW in a bodybag and give the public the wake up call it’s been needing! We are not accepting mediocrity anymore! We are not entertaining false idols! The stars of wrestling, the people that make this sport what it is, those are the people that are going to be emphasized! Men like me. Once I clean out the main event - not just Jaydayne but ALLLLLL of those clowns - and put Strong Style Wrestling to its knees….I can help build it up to what it started out as. I can bring back the legitimacy.

I’m doing what’s best. Trust me.
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on June 29th 2018, 12:18 amThe One True Pairing

For the most part, The Little Girl felt alright with the way things are. She got along with everyone in school, but none she really wanted to hang out. There are some bad apples she felt like didn't want her to exist, Alexa Bloom for instance who was a grade higher than her. 


She walked down the hallways with three books in hand that she borrowed from the library and Alexa stopped her from going further as she stands right before her. 


"What do you want?" The Little Girl said. 


Alexa Bloom laughs at her face instead of answering the question. Truth be told, she picks on girls a grade below her. She'd pull their hair randomly, or take their money, or their things, but The Little Girl she really wanted to hurt. She snaps her finger and one other girl Lauren, Alexa's friend who was in the same grade as The Little Girl, grabs her by her arms and making her drop her books. The Little Girl was enraged, and out of reflex, slips her arms away to break free and punched her in the face, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her back off. 


Alexa Bloom then turns The Little Girl to her and pushes her back-first onto the lockers. The Little Girl's back was again surprised for she has never been in this situation with Alexa. Usually, Alexa would simply insult The Little Girl's clothes, or throw paper balls at her when she'd walk by, but nothing this physical.


"You have some real balls hanging out with Greg like that, Roxy," Alexa says while her face is sweating. "Maybe you have to learn your lesson to not flirt with boys so much" 


"Really?" The Little Girl was dearly confused, but she kept a calm face. "He literally just sat beside me at the cafeteria"


This did nothing but trigger Alexa more. She signals Lauren. Lauren then grabs the scissors from her pocket and starts to giggle. "This won't hurt... we'll just give you a little makeover"


Lauren then takes some of The Little Girl's hair while Alexa laughs. 


But suddenly another girl tackled Lauren and sent her crashing on the ground again. This gave The Little Girl the opportunity to lick Alexa right to her knee and slap her across the face. Both Lauren and Alexa were down. The Little Girl picked up her books again, and saw Alexa and Laurel running for their lives. She then looks at the hero that saved her, she started to help the Little Girl pick up her books.


"Greg did have that weird ugly smile on his face whenever he comes near me." The Little Girl said. "I guess it upset her that the guy she had a crush on wouldn't even speak to her, sorry I'm pretty I guess."


The hero laughs. "You shouldn't apologize for anything, she was stupid for pulling that stunt anyway, she brought ONE girl with her" She stands up with The Little Girl. "I am Mia, by the way" 


"Rosanna. But you can call me Roxy" The Little Girl thought she was a very cool girl, it feels like she's found her BFF, someone she wants to hang out with... someone she could rely on. 



Mother always said that even in distress, even in a dangerous situation... always fight back until your body gives out


Bullying. Really, Aria? That's your gameplan? If I wanted to be bullied and shamed, I would have just called HENDRIX over to yell at me for fifteen minutes about how undeserving I am for getting a title shot in less than three weeks after my debut when she had to go through an entire tournament, that would have made more sense instead of virtually grunting and groaning over the belief that I am doing such a bad job elevating the title's prestige. It's so much better than to listen to your attempts on making me feel scared because of the idea that this is your turf and that there's no room for me if you finished the tournament. You just stand there and tell the world how this has been "your plan all along" to slap me across the face in a match that was much more important and more progressive than anything you have ever done at Game Over. I suppose showing off how much of a big bad wolf you are, and then getting suspended for it was all part of the drill too! I suppose trespassing and being kicked out of the arena and put in a rotting prison was all part of your grand master plan too! Mother always told me that I shouldn't worry too much about facing you because you are not a very smart person, and you know what I did, Aria? I rooted for you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and told her that she might be more than that... but I'm starting to think that I should have listened. I have never met someone so narrow-minded, so overwhelmed with the lies she herself has formulated in her mind, that she thinks that she still has control in of the game. You place yourself in a bad situation and someone comes to the rescue and pushes you back in the company that wants nothing but to shit you back out, and NOT ONCE did I get a thanks for it, because all you're concerned about is how scared and intimidated I would be if we come face to face for the first time. You have your eye on the OWA Women's Championship match, I get that, but don't you dare treat me like I didn't know what I was signing up for when I agreed to become part of this company. This was going to be a battlefield where I have to come prepared in every match or else I would find myself at the back of the line like the rest of these cretins. And no matter how bad things have gotten and how many people have tried to come for my neck for being proud of who I am, I remain steadily walking up the steep staircase until I got an opportunity that I refused to let slide. I have displayed more fighting spirit. I have displayed a better sense of urgency, more than you ever will... What happened again to the first chance you got at a title? You lost to Savannah Sunshine on the very first round of the tournament. You lost to someone who you think so little of, who you never thought would pull a win against you. And yes, I never missed the time you had your senseless rematch when you drove her away from the Women's Championship pursuit, but what did that do to you in the end? What exactly did you win for doing that? Absolutely nothing! Justice has been served and your face has been saved from the humiliation, but it still changed nothing!  And you can't even bring yourself to admit that. All your efforts did nothing for you and you're still stuck in the same revolving door that you were in prior to defeating her. You may be big on Strong Style Wrestling where you fight men and women half your size, but in OWA, the politics and the drama that you constantly surround yourself in are the only things that make you remotely important. You have still proven nothing.


Experience is the only thing that you truly have on me. You could freely talk about how I have not beaten a handful of men and women, while you have overcome countless competition in the duration of your wrestling career. That is the only solid argument that you could actually back up, and you're using your experience to prove that I can never represent a division the way you do. But in case you haven't been paying attention, I have and I will continue to. I have only started to build all the prestige, and the reputation, and the pride of my name that goes far and beyond my family's history, and I have done such a good job at it in the duration of my professional wrestling career. The women's division is the least of my concern, and I think you shouldn't go out of your way to pretend that you care about its state when we've already established that you only care about you. The women's division is doing very well without Aria Jaxon stinking up the place, and the only reason you believe it has not reached its peak is that you're not the center of attention. And you can't stand that. You can't stand not being needed, and the fact that someone so experienced as you couldn't even reach in and grab the Women's Championship, while someone who still aspires to be the best has done a much better job. Yeah, Aria, call out a newly named Champion for beating one person, it doesn't make you sound like an imbecile at all! Why do you think I'm here? Why do you think I have done you a favor and let you back in OWA if you really wanted a match against me so bad? I am a fighting Champion, Aria Jaxon, if someone wants to step in and take my gold, then I want to look them in the eye after I pin them for the three count to let them know that I am not someone you fuck with. You do not lay your hand on me especially in the midst of a match you have nothing to do with. You don't get to do what you want just because you're aching to be Champion, for you're no different from the rest of these women who want the same thing. My career is new and there has already been so much that I have won in so little time, and as much as you hate to agree, it happened. Not everyone gets to say their professional wrestling career started with a Championship around their waist on their second match, and it eats you up inside that you couldn't pull off the same thing no matter how strong you pretend to be. Because of this confidence, there is no room for fear inside me. I have done nothing to tarnish the prestige of the title, as a matter of fact, by winning it I have proven that I am stronger than the strongest the Women's Division has to offer! You couldn't even finish the tournament, Aria, let alone make it through the first round, and now you believe that you're more capable than the one who was named the first Champion? You're stupid and you're reckless and you will only put this gold to shame, and I refuse to let someone like you get even a glimpse of it. And to be honest with you, Aria, I love being a Vendetta. I love the very idea that my mother and father have killed and been nearly killed for the sake of elevating their name value, and whether you like it or not, I will always let the world know that I share the same blood. The blood of fighters. The blood of victors. The blood of true royalty that someone like you can't compare to. I will always let the world know that I am their Princess, one who will sit on her throne and rule as they did while I wear my crown beautifully over my head. I love that my parents taught me how this business operates, and that allows me to be focused and vigilant of what bitter bitches like you may attempt to pull. And I assure you, Aria, you'd have to get yourself arrested again before you beat me down to no return because that is the only way you can hurt me bad enough to win my title. But we wouldn't want that, would we? Aria Jaxon can't be Champion if she's in prison and without a job, and as much as I'd consider that a dream come true, I want you to stick around for as long as you can. I want you to be around while I celebrate my name as the victor of this war and STILL the OWA Women's Championship. Surely, the so-called Queen had a good run, but now she is already on her deathbed sickly and incapable and waiting to die... You can fight it all you want, but you know that its inevitable. And the Princess has come to take your place.
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on June 28th 2018, 7:32 pmMaelstrom







(Somewhere in the dark sanctuary known as “Distortion World”, Maelstrom sits alone in a room surrounded by books and dim candlelight. With an open book and quill pen, he writes a symbol in that the viewer can see as he speaks in his native Japanese.)




Death. Humans cannot escape it’s cold, emotionless grasp. It is as inevitable as the rising and setting of the sun. Why do they struggle when it is near though? Why do they choose to fight inevitability as if they are Gods, capable of changing what has already been predetermined for them? As long as I have existed in this world, all the years upon years, I still do not understand it. To struggle against death is futile.


Finnegan Wakefield. Destiny and fate brought us together. When I arrived in the war zone that is Strong Style Wrestling, I was immediately offered a spot within the Phantom Troupe, the strongest and most dangerous force ever assembled. Demons, monsters, men and women with hearts as dark and twisted as my own. That was destiny. I cannot create my Distortion World simply with my own fists. I am Destruction Incarnate, but not without weaknesses and vulnerabilities.

Heh. Does it surprise you that someone like me, who easily dispatched you when you called for someone to challenge you would admit weakness? It should not. You see, men and women who admit their weaknesses and work to better themselves are much stronger than the fools who don’t realize their weaknesses. I’m sure that this admission of weakness has you hopeful that you can find some vulnerability in me to escape with your life and victory.


Don’t grasp at false hope.

The weakness I reference has nothing to do with my capabilities in the wrestling ring. I am the strongest opponent you have ever faced, both mentally and physically. Just look at the position you find yourself in. I know EVERYTHING about you. I know about your career in Europe and in America. I know about your lovely girlfriend. I know that you worked diligently to cling to that pitiful piece of gold that you bow down and worship as if it were a God. And now, after having faced you in the ring for a moment, I know that you are absolutely nothing for me to consider as opposition. What do you know about me? Other than my allegiance and my name, you have no idea of what I’m capable of. I am a completely new opponent. You have no idea of what my style entails, though you were the recipient of the first Ascent to Madness of many to come. You walk as blindly as so many other gaijin who come to these shores, completely oblivious to the obvious.

Do you want to know why I challenged you? I challenged you simply to give the world a taste of the darkness to come. Of the distortion of everything they hold dear until it’s shaped in my perverse image. I don’t care about your championship. It is of no use to me. It did call out to me in a weak voice, as if coming from an infant. Does it want me for it’s master instead of you? Perhaps. Why else would it fill your head with the nonsense of challenging anyone who sets in your path? There are fights in this world that even the most adept warrior cannot win.

I wonder if anything I am saying makes sense to you. I know that the words that I say may sound like lunacy to normal men. I have been called insane, evil, and psychotic, but my mission is as clear to me as water: to destroy, to cripple, to distort….and eventually, to rule. Your dominion is Omega Wrestling Alliance, but MY dominion, the dominion of Maelstrom, is the entire world. It is my arena, a cathedral that I will build with my own hands. And it will be the burial ground of you and anyone foolish enough to follow in your footsteps to challenge me.

フィネガンズウェイクフィールド

 (Maelstrom writes Finnegan Wakefield out in kanji before striking through it with his pen.)

I look forward to this meeting, even though I already know what will happen. You will leave the ring forever changed, Finnegan Wakefield. You believe that you have reached the pinnacle, but I will show you that the mountain that you thought that you climbed is a mere anthill compared to the power I possess. You will suffer. You will grovel. You will beg from the mercy of your god and your world….but you will receive none. At Budokai Tenkaichi, you will experience the turbulence of the Sea of Destruction. The Phantom Troupe will conquer everything, and Distortion World’s construction will be underway in earnest. I tried to herald my arrival to those who wanted to prepare themselves for the end. Just like in so many of your world’s books of prophecy, the world has a beginning and an end. Consider these last few days the beginning of the end. I am tired of hiding in the shadows, of simply preparing for it all. Now, I’m prepared to go to the battlefield myself. I am ready to bleed, I’m ready to shed the blood of all who stand before me.
I will take everything from you, and with the Phantom Troupe around me, I let the world see your conquered countenance before I show you the way to oblivion. Your title, I don’t know what I will do to it yet. Maybe I’ll destroy it in front of you to show you that it is as worthless to me as you are. Maybe I’ll go to some far-flung corner of America and build more gateways to my distortion world. Perhaps I will bring it here to my sanctuary and use it as a paperweight. That is not decided. Your fate, however, is very much decided.

(in English) FINNEGAN WAKEFIELD…..WELCOME TO….DISTORTION WORLD!
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on June 28th 2018, 7:20 pmTBroomey
[Nate Cage]
[The Sins of our Fathers]
[The Wolvesden Carrier]
[June 29 2018]
[Clear the Drop Zone]


[Nate is standing inside a military carrier plane in flight. He is wearing a Kamikaze headband]
 
And so here I am, on the cusp of the great nation of Japan. A nation with a history of war richer than maybe any other. When one thinks of Japanese military history, images of samurai warriors are conjured up in their heads. Men who would sooner die before experiencing dishonour. This is what Japan once was, not anymore. The last time Japan was involved in a major war, we all know what happened. They bent to the will of the American nuclear strike and surrendered, bringing shame on the entire nation.
 
[Nate grabs a parachute and straps it on, before signalling for the hangar doors to be opened. It appears he has flown all the way to Japan by his own means, and plans on entering the country in the same manner]
 
Japan is no longer a battlefield worth dying on. Much like the Candy Cunts, it is a soft, delicate little flower that will be scorched by the power of the wolf. Myself and Kenny do not see it as an honour to defend our titles for the first time here. We do not respect Japan, we do not respect our opponents. To face you here is a fallacy. It is a slap in the face to our mission. Two girls who weren’t even on Kingdom this week while I headlined the show for the second week in a row. The OWA know that I am the one to lead them into the future, while you two are doomed to be relics of its past.
 
Jessica Rose, my nation’s own. How can you sleep at night, knowing that you are an affront to the entire UK? While I uphold British excellence and rebuild the British Empire from the ground up, you seem to be intent on tearing it all down. You run around with your little friend, Savannah Sunshine, thinking that you’re going to change the world through your cutesy little act. I see right through it all. The fear behind those eyes, the fucking terror you feel every time you go to sleep and remember that you’re inching ever closer to the beating of a lifetime. Why you two keep coming back for more, I do not know. If eviscerating you on foreign soil is what it’s going to take then so be it.
 
I want my title to be everything to everyone, yes. People are right to covet it, it is a work of art. I’d put it in a gallery if I could bring myself to part with it. Myself and Kenny were the only ones who could take such prizes and make them mean what they deserve to mean. Imagine a world where Savannah Sunshine and Jessica Rose are tag team champions right now. Imagine the hell that that would be to live in. You’d probably take my title and adorn it with candy canes and lollipops like a couple of infants.
 
[Nate appears to be physically repulsed by this thought, he clutches his belt tighter, so tight that it would take a crowbar to pry it away from him]
 
No, no, no, how dare you even occupy my thoughts in such an intrusive manner. As I stare at you Sunday night, stare at the pathetic wretches I’ve been presented with as challengers, I’ll do it knowing that I am doing the entire world a favour. When your skulls crunch under my fist, I know that you will go down and immediately attempt to make your way to your feet. I understand that that is your prerogative. You believe that because you’re two tough nuts to crack, it means you’re destined for great things. All you’re destined for is a prolonged exposure to pain.
 
How many teeth must I scatter across the mat? How much of your blood must stain the soil of Japan before you understand that you’re just not prepared to carry the weight of our titles and what they represent? When myself and Kenny are apart, we are dangerous, vindictive men. When we are together, no will of man or God can stop us. The faith that you have in yourselves is fuelled by the incorrect belief that working hard and moving on from mistakes is all you need in life. The things I have seen…the things I have done. I fought alongside men who worked hard, who moved on from their mistakes. It didn’t protect that from an AK-47 round to the face. It didn’t protect their widowed wives as I delivered the news to them that their husbands were gone. As I told their children that daddy wouldn’t be home for tea ever again.
 
I do not empathise with your quest, as it is a futile endeavour. Everything you want to say, please do get it off your chest, they are merely the battle cries of lost lambs. Lambs who will be devoured by wolves. We gave you an opportunity once to lead you to pasture, that offer had long since passed. You truly believed that you could become champions, that you could stand in the way of Wolvesdean. I pity the delusional ideas that dance around your heads. It must be hard to exist when every thought that your synapses fire off is one of juvenile ignorance. What do you have to gain from this match? International exposure? A positive star rating from a keyboard warrior? Why must you continue to plague the House of Cage? The Kingdom of Drake?
 
Every inch of my body tells a story. From the scars that were given to me by others to the ones I have given myself.
 
[Nate points to the tally mark that represents his loss to Caspian]
 
This story does not conclude with what the blind would call a “happy ending,” it does not feature the “heroic” Savannah and Jessica holding aloft the titles that they “worked” for. You two were handed a title shot by that stooge Tressler because the OWA needed sacks of meat for us to pulverise at their big crossover show. Oh this has to go off without a hitch, doesn’t it? The OWA on an international platform, cracking that Japanese market. And they choose to showcase their very best tag team against wrestling’s answer to Charlie Bucket. An interesting move, I must say.
 
While you two do your warm-ups, while you groan on and on about how you’ll overcome adversity to quell the threat of Kenny and I, we will be visualising the spectacular sight of the Sugar Girls being carried out of Japan in body bags. Loaded into two caskets, one with Old Glory and the other with the Union Jack, as they’re shipped back home as lifeless husks. And I will personally knock on the doors of your families and deliver the tragic news. I will describe to them how I couldn’t control myself, as how you begged for mercy, I refused to stop pummelling your faces into the ground until breath ceased entering your lungs. They will cry, they will weep, and I will laugh. This is what happens when you raise your children to believe that they can survive in the world with such minimal tools. Naïve little girls who came to the big time and weren’t ready for the wake-up call that they would receive.
 
I do not have a shred of sympathy. I will not hesitate to put both of you in the ground. With Kenny by my side, we are capable of the impossible. Unfortunately for you two, beating you within an inch of your lives is well within the realm of possibility.
 
[Nate straps his belt around his waist as tightly as it will go. He puts on a breathing mask as the lights in the plane turn blood red. He runs down the ramp of the hangar before leaping out of the plane, on his way to the war zone]

[STATIC]


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on June 28th 2018, 3:03 amMiltiades
Budokai Tenkaichi pt.3

(Miltiades is training with his general Fenrir. He’s fight a hard fought battle as Fenix stands atop a balcony looking over and watching intensely at what folds below him. Fenrir uses his experience to outmaneuver Miltiades, and it seems the tide is in his favor. Using everything he was taught Miltiades finds and opening and goes for it. It’s doesn’t take down Fenrir but he is surprised caught off guard, and that’s when Miltiades strikes. He goes under and flips him into a leg lock, and the man officiating gives Miltiades point. This goes back and forth up until Miltiades and Fenrir count it as a draw. They decide not to go on, due to the fact they both could’ve. Miltiades and Fenrir shake and Fenrir whispers something to him. Miltiades looks up contemplating and lets go of Fenrir. He begins to speak.)

Unfortunately I wouldn’t have the time to think anymore on it. Because the final hour is about to strike the final hour, is coming and all I can do is great ready for the outcome. The outcome that will decide the true fate of the Junior Heavyweight. And to be honest it shouldn’t end like this. But it has come to it, and I can’t do nothing but let it happen. And when it happens you’ll be looking at a man with a an action, not a plan. Action because what I do will forever show people my intentions and my worth in the company. Action because what I do will change the landscape of Strong Style Wrestling and Omega Wresting Alliance. Action because what I do, well what I’ll do, is going to be talked about for generations and generations to come. It’ll be like the works of the Michelangelo, talked about analyzed and then will be solidified as legend. That is what Miltiades is, that is what Miltiades does, and that is what is in turn for Miltiades. Virgo wants to talk as if he is one that can see clearer than any other man, but in reality he is blinded by his own ego.

(Fenrir leaves the ring, and Fenix looks on disappointed that the match lasted as long as it did. As he does Miltiades exits and go to his personal tent where he readies himself. He puts on his attire that he calls his God Complex attire. Not because of it defines his personality but because when people look at it, it reminds them of a god. All white with the lines that define his attire colored Gold.)

Ego, ego is blinding, but only to those that don’t acknowledge it. I have an ego, I know it, but I don’t let it blind me from my real ability, from my real success, from my real skills and strategy that only men can only dream to have. But Virgo, he uses his ego to tread in this so called realm he places himself in, like he’s god. But he’s not he’s just a parasite. He let envy enter his heart, he let it take shelter there and roost for as long as it has that it corrupted him. He was a respectable competitor but is now nothing more than a shell of a man he’s come to think he is. He thinks that Tres Comas Club was on the brink of greatness with his shoddy leadership but in reality it was on the brink of destruction, a toll that would’ve set the faction on a course of absolute eradication, leaving every member in the brink. And yet he wants to keep talking as if he had the answers as if he had everything in his mind yet no time to do anything with it. In his time as leader he didn’t want to act, he wanted to prove. He didn’t want to act, he want to make an example. And if BANG thought he was such a good leader to begin with you’d think he’d not want to do that, that he’d act like the leader he was expected to be. But he didn’t, and now here we are.

Here we are Virgo at the edge of the road that leads you to an untimely end with Tres Comas, and as Junior Heavyweight so do you have any last words. Because right now I speak your eulogy, he went out as he lived, and that’s a parasite. Feeding on the energy of everyone around him and then blaming them when he was caught for his act. It’s disgraceful, it’s unbecoming and it’s pathetic that a man that used to be great, a man that used to have strength to defy the odds has become. A man who thinks that he should hold no allegiance because he was finally over and done with. And now he’s just going to go another way, another way that leads him possibly to the path he wants, but when he does, a wall will be there ready to show him the errors of not only his pasts, but his acts as well, and then we’ll finally understand that the last days of Virgo were just that, the last days. And then when he’s snuffed out, maybe Tres Comas can come back from the shambles. Maybe GREED could do something, Maybe, just maybe. And if he can’t well then there is someone who is willing to take the reigns of leadership and show these two how to actually lead a faction. And that’s to do it as a brotherhood, something that unites us rather than divide us. Something we would all have in common without having the settle for not doing anything to help their own path. And then just then Tres Comas Club will begin to progress like it should have been these past months. But that’s the future, and if that future is shown to be what is to come to past then Virgo you aren’t the last person on my list. It will soon go to GREED, and then next I’ll topple the other factions one after the other, until SSW realizes that the real rulers, the real authority here is not only Tres Comas Club, but the power that is brought by Miltiades.
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on June 28th 2018, 12:20 amStark
STARK AND BRIAN JOINT-PROMO


*Stark holds a joint in his hand, standing inside the Bonsai Garden as Brian Daniels finally arives*


Stark: Yo you hitting this?


Brian: Nah.


Stark: Aight. Fuck the Phantom Troupe?


Brian: Ye.


Stark: Nice.


*End scene*
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on June 26th 2018, 11:52 pmAndré Virgo
Vol. 2wo

You seek to prove yourself. Prove that you’re worthy of the championship you’re challenging me for. Proving yourself right about who I am. But all you’ve done is prove that despite your far off wish of leading Tres Comas Club you don’t know what it means to be a leader. You don’t even know the roots of Tres Comas Club! You want to tell me what my motivations were as leader? You want to pretend you are capable of understanding- of wrapping your mortal head around my thoughts and actions? Perhaps I’ve assimilated too well that a universal plebeian like you thinks that you’re even on the same playing field as André Virgo. But the truth is you have a better chance of comprehending the fifth dimension with your narrow scope of understanding, yet you still wave your sword of ignorance in my face expecting me to yield to it. Hmph. Hmhm. It’s so silly. You hold so much fire in your heart, there’s so much potential for you. But you’re beyond guidance. Who knows, maybe you could be the greatest warrior the squared circle has ever seen. But that’s all it will ever be is “could” and “who knows.” The same qualities that could make you great are the ones standing in the way of your own progress. In the eyes of the universe that sounds like a cruel joke of an existence. A fire to burn and drive you to the top but burn you to ash at the same time. Despite that you stand at the feat of the one who is formerly known as the Alpha of Tres Comas Club expecting to be victorious.

I say formerly known as because I no longer identify with Tres Comas Club. It’s really easy to sit with your allies and say “no hard feelings though” thinking this will be a friendly contest. A brotherhood where we simply compete for superiority? I held Tres Comas Club on my back for months carrying it back from the brink of death and what thanks did I get in return? Mutiny. So I’m not exactly sure who my kin are beyond the stars which guide me. I guess we’ll see after Budokai Tenkaichi, but I clearly don’t need to wait for you. Your mind is set and your fate is decided. You and GREED hold no allegiance to me so I hold no allegiance to you.

You think TCC was in such incapable hands under my lead? Let’s see how any of you compare. I left this club as the most dominant faction in SSW and because of mistakes in my allegiance I’m going to sit back and watch you egomaniacs undo all the work I put into it. But it won’t matter. None of your tomfoolery will stand in the way of my ascension. Your negative energy can’t survive in the presence of my aura. I have no reason to be concern myself with the possibility of losing to someone like you. Even with everything you have behind you, it’s not enough to overcome the Stolen Breath…

André!...

Vir!...

Go!...
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on June 26th 2018, 6:00 pmAria Jaxon
I.
(OWA Women's Championship)

The screen is black. While there are no visuals, there’s still plenty to be heard, and the audio sounds like a direct rip from the most recent edition of Kingdom. For a couple of moments, only the cheering of the crowd persists. Then, the disembodied voice of Viola DeMarco rings out.

“Well, Roxy, as far as I am concerned right now...since you pleaded for her to be reinstated to OWA, any future chaos Aria Jaxon may want to raise will be completely and utterly on you.”

At that point, the screen comes alive and there is finally picture to match the sound, and as the video footage plays to match the audio, the first thing that appears on the screen is the concerned face of Sweet Roxy. The young champion clutches her OWA Women’s Championship tightly, her lips settling into a straight line and her jaw clenching at the ominous words from her boss. The frame of Roxy freezes, her uneasy face remaining on the screen for a couple moments more before the screen begins to be overcome with purple and black static. After a few seconds, the frame of Roxy disappears completely, only to be replaced with live footage of Aria Jaxon, who’s doubled over laughing right from the get-go. Her waist-length purple hair is straightened and streams over her shoulders. She dons a plain black crop top with a matching figure-hugging bodycon skirt and a cropped leather jacket with The Phantom Troupe’s logo emblazoned on it. Eventually, Aria ceases laughing, a shit-eating grin still ever present on her pretty face.

“What, you thought I didn’t see that shit, Roxy dear?” the Californian teases. “You thought I couldn’t pinpoint the exact second that buyer’s remorse started to creep into your brain? I get it, though. Nobody had ever laid it out for you quite like Viola had. Up to this point, you were acting completely off of emotion. Everything that’s gotten us here has been you reacting to what I’ve done and what I’ve said. The big bad bully slapped that taste outta your mouth and set you up for a pay-per-view loss, so she’s gotta pay, right? It’s easier said than done. But you were so eager to make me pay for crossing you that you talked Viola’s ear off until she caved. Even in her state of mind, with all the times we’ve butted heads and the open contempt we have for each other, even the boss lady knows what a mistake you’ve made. She’s flat-out admitted that I’m money and that there are few who other than me who can really lay claim to being the best wrestler on the planet. You ignored all of that -- and that was exactly what I planned on you doing.”

“Since the night of my ill-fated OWA debut against Savannah, I’ve made it abundantly clear that I intended to atone for that embarrassment, and that I would chart my path right to the top of this company even if I had to retool my plan. So I have. I haven’t fallen in an OWA ring since that night. I bulldozed through Miss Sunshine at Hardcore Havoc, and where is she now? Teaming with somebody who couldn’t even beat HENDRIX to get smacked around by Wolvesden over and over again. I stomped out Diantha Moreau with little trouble, and what came next for her? What’s sure to turn out to be a loss against someone I’ve beaten more times than I can count. Oh, and of course, there was Dulce Torres, but where’s she? Certainly not doing anything that matters, still tryna claw her way up from the bottom rung of the ladder. And interspersed between all those displays of in-ring skill, I’ve stepped to everyone from Viola to the GM to the owner to the POLICE, and you still want smoke. Most people are smart enough not to open the door when someone like me comes knocking, but you wanted to be brave. Those moments of bravery -- the times where you thought you could beat me -- will be fleeting, but the memories of how painful it’ll be to have your title reign ended so soon at my hands? Those might just last forever.”

“To be honest, even if I thought there was any other way to secure myself a title match, I still can’t guarantee that I would’ve just sat back like a good little drone and waited for my chance. Think about how easy you made it for me to get here. All I had to do was hit you one good time, and you essentially made the match for me. Now, people will call what I’ve done fucked up and underhanded, but think about it! Desperate times call for desperate measures. I had to act. Think of the state of this women’s division, Roxy. Think about the group of women that you think you lord over. Hell, think about the already-screwed state of the lineage of the title that I intend to take from you. Think about how, aside from me, how truly starved this division is for star power and the presence of real, true threats. The Women’s Championship has only been around for a couple months, and already it’s been passed around like a baton during a relay. It was doomed from the beginning. HENDRIX and Jessica both fluked their way to the finals of the tournament at Hardcore Havoc, so whoever the inaugural champ turned out to be was gonna be a lame anyway. Now, you’ve beaten HENDRIX a couple times, and I wanna give you credit, I really do, but there’s nothing impressive about that. Your time as champion so far has been spent smacking around the same girl more than once, and I can promise you, nothing you’ve endured at her hands have prepared you for what you gotta deal with from me.”

“As I said before, there’s no prestige attached to the OWA Women’s Championship...at least, not yet. And as long as you hold it, as long as you pride yourself with doing the bare minimum and beating the same subpar competition, that won’t ever change. I know what it is to elevate and define the lineage of championships. I’m doing it right now with my Puroresu Heavyweight Championship, and I’ll do it again when I rescue the Women’s Championship from your incapable hands. I know the idea of that happening terrifies you. Deep down, you know this will be different, and that’s why you’ve christened this a war. Baby girl, I’ve been through wars over the course of my career. I know when to expect them, I know what they look like, and this ain’t it. You ain’t it. I don’t need to walk out of Budokai Tenkaichi knowing that I won a war to feel content. I just need to walk away as the champion, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. This is a prizefight, Roxy. Nothing more, nothing less. It doesn’t matter how else you try to dress it up to make yourself feel like you’re in a position to overcome the odds, this is just a match and you’re just a mark for me to knock off. With that being the case, why the hell shouldn’t I believe that I can take you out? Because it’s in your blood? That’s one hell of a crutch. You think your parents broke their backs to carve out legacies in this industry just so their darling daughter could act like being spawned from the right sperm and egg combo was an actual accomplishment? This ain’t personal. I don’t want shit from you but the title on your shoulder, and when I take it, under my rule, the Goddesses’ division will become the most famed collection of female wrestlers on Earth. With me at the top of the totem pole, every bitch under contract in this company will feel the need to step her game up just to look like she has any business being on the same payroll as me. They’ll push themselves to the brink to try and take the title from me, and they’ll ultimately fail. Dreams and hearts will shatter all along the way, but that’s the price to be paid for stability. This division will finally have a worthy champion. Lucky for you, Roxy, this Queen is a benevolent one. The fact that you’re gonna crash and burn in Osaka won’t be in vain. You’re being dispatched all in the name of progress. My legacy and this division’s profile will grow as long as that gold is around my waist and not held in the hands of a teenybopper who got in over her head.”

“You’ve been told that you were special all your life. Held up as a princess in an ivory tower by your loving parents. Maybe it’s all been a fairytale for you up until this point in your life, but what’s a well-crafted story without the right villain? See, princesses are content with their birthright being what defines them. They remain as subordinates. They sit still and look pretty. But queens? They run shit. They impose their will on anyone who dares to wrong their kingdom, and at Budokai Tenkaichi, your ivory tower crumbles, Princess Roxy -- and along with it, your reign as Women’s Champion.”


“Long live The Queen.”

Aria grins broadly as the same purple and black static from earlier begins to interrupt the feed and screw up the picture. After a few moments, the screen finally becomes black again -- and this time, it stays that way.
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on June 26th 2018, 5:57 pmTBroomey
[Nate Cage]
[The War to the East]
[The War Room]
[June 26 2018]
[Danger Close]

[Nate is sitting alone in his war room, there is not a single Wolvesden member in sight. He produces his hunting knife and a slight smile cracks on his lips]
 
Failure is not an option. Those are the words I live my life by. When we fail, it is not good enough to sit back and say, “Oh, I’ll try harder next time!” That is the attitude of the weak. Caspian, I let my emotions get the better of me and you were able to find your way to a hollow victory. Congratulations. Nothing has changed. You are not facing Scotty Adams for his title and I am still the measuring stick of tag teams in the OWA. Regardless, I wear my failures like I wear my battle scars. This is no different.
 
[Nate take his hunting knife and plunges it into the side of his left arm, carving out a single tally]
 
This will serve as a permanent reminder of my failure. Every time I look upon this mark, I will remember how weak I was and how much stronger I need to be. Caspian, you have only made me that bit more dangerous. Rest assured that the next time we meet, I will not be so hasty to get you out of the way.
 
But what’s done is done, we cannot change the past, we must live in the moment. For the second week in a row in the main event of Kingdom, Vernon Tressler thought it was a good idea to piss me off. And now I find out that myself and Kenny’s first title defence will be against The Sugar Girls.
 
[Nate scoffs]
 
What haven’t I already said about you two? Children, youngsters, little girls who believe life is a sugary adventure. You’re having fun, aren’t you? Adorable. Truly. You’ve made it to the big time, girls. Little Jess and Sav got their big old OWA contracts and are living their dreams. All that time in wrestling school and now you get to be on TV! Yay!
 
[A wide, sarcastic grin is worn by Nate as he mockingly praises the accomplishments of The Sugar Girls]
 
Today, I am alone. My soldiers are not in here with me and Kenny is preparing something very special indeed. This will be the same this Sunday. Tressler, in his infinite wisdom, has demanded my soldiers not be at ringside for our maiden voyage as champions. He seems to be under the illusion that our success is owed solely to an overwhelming number of combatants. Well tell me, Mr. Tressler, was Michael Bishop overwhelmed by an army this week? Or was it just one man and a chair that took down that simpleton?
 
How about when we won our titles? How many of us crushed the Candy Cunts into dust to become champions? Two. The will of just two men. Nate Cage and Kenny Drake. We are men of unshakable constitutions. When we enter a building, destruction follows in our wake. I am not going to make the mistake of being emotional again. The Candy Cunts are emotional. They come out and smile for the fans, wave to the little kids AND WHERE THE FUCK HAS IT GOT THEM?!
 
[Nate rises from his chair and hurls it at the wall, shattering it]
 
Nowhere! Nowhere at all! I look at what Vernon Tressler presents as competition and I see two terrified little girls who were twinkles in their father’s eye when Kenny Drake began training to wrestle. Listen to me, Jessica and Savannah, you do not have any sort of advantage at Budokai Tenkaichi, in fact, you might be at the biggest disadvantage of your careers. You will be sharing a ring with the most focused versions of the Wolvesden leaders you have ever seen. We beat you to fight for these titles. We beat you to GET these titles. You do not want to know what we have planned to keep these titles.
 
Neither of you have earned this opportunity, nobody earns anything anymore. You fucking teenagers and your entitled, bratty attitude. When I was your age, I was killing men in the middle of a fucking desert! Now you’re number one contenders. Did you see what that fat fuck Monolith did to Michael Bishop to EARN his shot at Scotty Adams? That’s what fighting is, that’s how opportunities are given. The lack of depth and talent in this division is so evident by the fact that the only two teams anyone gives any sort of reverence to besides us are a team that lost to the champs twice and a team with one partner who cares so little, he abandoned his teammate this week so we could expose him for the fraud that he is!
 
[Nate leans on his table, calming himself down and slipping into laughter]
 
Oh but I’ve seen you two fight, oh yes I have. Behind the candy cane bullshit, behind the cinnamon masquerade lies two tough cookies. You are friends, you share a bond. It’s cute. Through that bond, you managed to survive the wrath of the Octagon troglodytes before we picked you apart with surgical precision at Game Over.
 
There’s the makings of great warriors being wasted on kids who need to grow up and have a harsh taste of reality. You hide behind the mask of childish ignorance to hide from everyone that you are afraid of what will happen once the threat of damnation comes knocking. As my hands are clasped around your throats when we meet and you fall for the last time, know that it is not done out of spite, but out of mercy.
 
Wasted potential, the biggest sin one can commit. How is it that a team so beloved, so full of gusto can accomplish so little? What me and Kenny Drake are doing is building up a division that is seen as a laughing stock by the rest of this company. Our crusade begins with breaking every bone in your bodies. This scar that my arm now bears, you will not be the second mark, you will motivate me to put an end to everything you stand for. The cleansing of the OWA tag team division begins in Japan this Sunday. You’ll be hearing from me again very soon.
 
[Nate produces a radio]
 
Bring it in.
 
[A loud engine roar is heard, it sounds like a military carrier plane]
 
Sayonara.
 
[STATIC]


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on June 26th 2018, 3:08 pmMonolith
Lord over creation.
Hands across the nation.
Woe to humankind.
Woe to humankind.








The beauty of keeping to yourself when your pastime is figuring out the most effective method of putting an opponent down to the mat for three seconds or making them submit, is that all that built up energy lay dormant to be unleashed in one potent, directed force. I don't concern myself with all of the other common pleasantries and lifestyles that can negatively affect my focus. This isn't to say that I look down upon them with contempt as I do the elitist nature of wealth and status, I just see the easy pitfalls that lay ahead for those who still have goals they wish to achieve. Pitfalls that I don't have to worry about.


No, when I finish my night's work, I return to my favorite chair and read. Whether it's prose, poetry, news and information, or just simply research, knowledge keeps the mind from defaulting to the more clouded, emotion-driven areas. In the ring, just as in the alley, there is no place for emotion. Just cold, calculating movements and precision. Because no matter what happens one day, the next is an independent event.


Since this more organized form of combat is something I'm relatively new to, I haven't afforded myself the opportunities of travel that this company can provide. I've traveled far and wide in my imagination, but actually putting my feet on the ground of a foreign land and experiencing the culture is, for lack of a better term, a foreign endeavor for me.


Thus, although I'm a being of relatively reserved feelings, the opportunity to showcase my talents in a place like Osaka, and Japan in general, is an honor. An honor I feel as though, through earning, I have finally arrived at a place in this business where I can safely say that my goals are going to start being achieved at a much more accelerated pace than getting booked every other week or so. The ability to show two different companies exactly what it means to be self-made. To attempt to drive those with the tenacity and will to drop their classist ideologies when determining what makes a success, and look at the results. The definitive, unencumbered results.


The fact of the matter is, in this next step up to a level of organized combat I've never been at requires education. As such, I found myself traveling to a mixed martial arts training facility. Clad in your basic workout gear, hair as kept as I can get it, there's nothing judgmental in my willingness to learn. Knowledge is power, and while structure and red tape is the very foundation of that which I'm fighting against, supplementing inner knowledge with the culture and technique around you is far different. Find the center in you, not the other way around.


This is but the next step in preparing myself for Osaka, and the limelight. Because as much prestige as there is in that arena, and with that newly founded title around Scotty Adams' waist, when the bell sounds, it becomes nothing more than the battle between two entities, and the one with the soundest, most well rounded approach will come out on top. And if it's as evenly matched as a title match would suggest, the next step is being able to go to a place where few are willing to. The place where, no matter the viciousness, you are able to do what is necessary with no weight on your conscience. When that bell sounds, I have no problem with this...because at the end of the day, I have no conscience.

_____

“Hey. You awake down there?”


The streets of America are filled with scenes like these. Busy roads, bustling people doing their day to day work, and the neglected people living in the streets, passed by like litter in a stadium seating row after a packed event. They aren't the less fortunate, but rather the discarded from society, too proud to fit into the mold. While it is true that sometimes they are also too downtrodden to pick themselves up by the bootstraps and bring themselves to a more keen mental stature, there are many who simply have not been given the inspiration and encouragement that success can placate in the lives of the normal.


A stirring soul looks up after my question, surprised anyone has given him a first glance, let alone a second.


“Y-...yeah.”


“I just wanted to talk to you for a moment. Do you have a moment? I mean, are you too indulged by your slumber to want it to stop?”


“Nah man. I'm here. Just don't get too many people stopping by, you know?”


Surveying the man, I can see what would make those passing by ignore him. Nothing out of the ordinary about this man. Profile what you would assume a homeless man looks like in your mind, and focus on it. Unkempt facial and head of shaggy hair? Darkened skin by the elements from lack of shelter? Tattered clothing, perhaps not seasonable in June due to it being the only thing they own? That is this specimen. One of hundreds I have met, and millions that live like him.


“I understand. Feels like shit, laying down here with no one to talk to, huh?”


“No doubt. You from around here?”


“Born and raised, both by the family and the street.”


“You lived out here?”


“Some time ago, yes. Not as long as I'd like it to be, but it doesn't do good to dwell on the past.”


There was an understandable look of disbelief in the eyes of this man. As it is, not many people who find themselves living out in the open world without a place to call home ever find themselves that elusive paradise. Most just suffer in the streets, wondering when their Lord will call upon them to join him in that eternity that so many, both downtrodden and fortunate, put their faith in. The feeble attempts they make to forge a different path are normally hampered by their own lack of faith:


In themselves. It is this lack of confidence that destroys any forward motion they could find for their station in life. It's a mentality I've never had the misfortune to know.


I talk to him for a little bit longer, understanding that men in this condition do not want to be entertained, but rather known. They wish to be seen as among their peers, and while I once was a compeer of his, I have risen above that status. The status of man. I am now a machine.


_____


“I kneel here tonight, to record my testimony of faith in my quest to bring the machine to its knees. I come not as the man, Frederick Gennett, but rather the Monolith: the sentient result of the input of all of the unjust discrepancies this world puts on the men and women not pushed to prosper past their predetermined paths. It is this form which I have taken as a discarded youth, and wish to be a beacon of hope for those who find themselves discarded alike, whether it be by creed, culture, or class.


It is not with respect to any God, Gods, or Spirits which I have knelt for, but rather out of respect to the greater good of my cause. While I have taken this quest upon myself, the morality hangs above us in an attempt for us to use basic logic and reason to understand these truths.


These truths are that no one is, at their base, better than anyone else due to any academic, economic, or societal advantages that have been bestowed upon them.


The medium which I chose to show that superiority through outside advantages is a dated belief structure, is combat.


And the company which has hired me, and given me the platform to succeed on a scale larger than ever before, is the Omega Wrestling Alliance.


My objective is basic, but one which requires perpetual motion. I cannot simply sit and wait for men to be cast in front of me to tear them down. But rather, I must push my way to the forefront and use each and every person in my path as an example of the narrow-minded. Which is why my frustration has grown more and more evident time and time again as the executives have not given me my just weekly mission. That is, a set match with a set sacrifice. A lamb to the slaughter for the greater cause.


But still, I have moved forward. These past men need not be mentioned besides those who have brought my enmity through using my power and platform to accentuate their superficial desires. And to those men, namely a vainglorious purveyor of poisons of the mind and body, your time will come. But after disposing of Michael Bishop two nights ago, the executives have given me my chance to claim a small token along the way. I get the chance to dethrone the inaugural and reigning OWA Spartan Champion, Scotty Adams.


Adams has made a name for himself since the moment he signed a contract to this company, and for that I cannot fault him. He has espoused his sheer superiority in the ring over his opponents, and since the first chance they've given him, he has not failed to live up to his word. Living up to one's word is something that I can admire. There's no point in painting yourself a life you can't hope to mirror.


Wrestling at its purest. That is what he seeks. Forget the pageantry, the lavish lifestyle, the theatrics and ultra-violence. Getting pins and getting wins. I can't fault someone who wishes to bring his passion to back to the unencumbered glory it used to be. But while your desires are not immediately at odds with mine, Scotty, that doesn't disqualify the fact that you find yourself directly in my path. And my desire overrides yours. Like any machine, the objective morality of the person in contact with it matters not. We keep moving.


You sat at ringside while I disposed of Michael Bishop, proving his years of experience in the field of mixed martial arts helpless against the sheer will of a monster with a motive. The Monolith takes in information. The training facility I visited added merely a different element to my arsenal, a different way to create the same results. While Bishop's feeble attempt at shutting me down ended in destruction, there were things to learn. Data to analyze. Just as you, no doubt, were taking in everything you were watching and devising your own strategy to employ.


The fact is, in Osaka, in front of fifty thousand people, we'll both look to make the next step in our respective goals. Fifty thousand misguided people will look at you, the consummate professional and I, the disenfranchised monster and know that we could just as happily perform in front of nobody as long as our motives are represented. This weekend might be the beginning of a destiny neither of us foresaw in this company...


Two motives not at odds, but two entities willing to do anything to put theirs on top.


Such is the burden of living and dying by your word. At Budokai Tenkaichi...


I plan to live.”
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on June 26th 2018, 1:38 amMiltiades
Budokai Tenkaichi pt.2


(Miltiades looks over his map of locations, he talks with his generals Fenrir and Fenix about location acquirements and how the plan is going. Well in some, not so good in others. In the ones that aren’t doing so good they’ve begun to persecute them as if they were spreading a religious message one of that they want to convert. But that’s far from the truth and an enraged Miltiades orders more forces to go to those location. As he does that a grunt comes in with news. Miltiades looks up and orders his generals to leave the room.)

So he’s spoken. Earlier then anticipated but nonetheless I’m grateful. Because now I can just look at what you’ve said dismantle it, and show you why your words are nothing but that. But before I go on, you must be wondering what I am doing. Locations upon locations have taken a liking to what we spread, the message of Trifecta, and they’ve grown better of it. But there are those that don’t want to listen, and due to that, people seem inclined on persecuting my people as either heretics or heathens and incarcerating them. Why do people not want to better themselves? Are they so delusional that they think their reality is one that they need to fulfill in order to keep going, or that when something of solution comes they want to test it in order to see it’s strength. Whatever it is they only delay the inevitable, and the inevitable will come just a matter of when. That’s why I send forces, that why I send my best to try and show them the error of their ways. And if they don’t want to see it, then you know what I’m not going to force it on them. They’ll soon know when they find out the people around them have accepted it and have found their lives better then ever. But until then I can only wait them out, I can only wait out their little belief in themselves and then show them that what I offer is better.

(Miltiades rolls up the map and puts it in a bag. He places the bag in a drawer and leaves it there. The grunt still in the room is awaiting his orders, and Miltiades looks him over. He sees a spark in him, a spark that wants to prove himself. To do this he brings back in one of his generals, Fenrir, and tells him to go and get this man ready, he’ll have to prove his place or never show his face around here again. Fenrir takes the man and the man understands his motives.)

Virgo, I want you to listen to me loud and clear. Yes, you went into business for yourself. This claim that you took TCC from BANG and tried to make it into a great faction is nothing but a false claim you want to wave around. Instead I want you to look at what really happened. BANG was already a leader on his last toes, you just were the one that he wanted to take the fall because he knew you would do exactly what you do, and that’s forget the allegiance of a faction in the odds of yourself. And with that the cancer that was feeding on TCC didn’t stop, it just kept growing. And you tried to apply Chemo to it but it kept growing, and growing until you couldn’t stop it. That’s where your leadership failed. I didn’t see you try to rally any troops, I didn’t see you try to get anyone to follow your cause, and it may be because you yourself were already aware that no one was going to follow you anymore, and with it you didn’t have an leg to stand on. It was pitiful, it was useless, and you knew it would fall. Forget this wanting to make Tres Comas Club better, unless it was all about you, you didn’t want nothing to do with it. And if I’m being honest it was too good for you. It was another thing that you couldn’t do. No matter what you want to tell yourself just know it’s nothing but a lie, a lie that you have to say over and over lest reality finally sets you straight.

Though I’m going to admit something you are right about. I do see leadership as an accolade, but it’s worth is only as worthy as the person that holds it. GREED, he has it right now, let’s see what he does with it, but the more it comes down to it, the more I’m certain he’s going to be worthless in the end. I want the leadership, but I want to be wrong about GREED not turning this around, because if he is wrong, well I’ll be there to pick up the pieces and stick Tres Comas back together again, something you nor he would be ever to do. Because let’s be honest here Virgo, Tres Comas is a lawless land. While we are all united in someway or another, we all have different ways of getting to that goal, and ultimately how we see Tres Comas helping us get that way. Some people want to get to their goal without Tres Comas, but want to give back when they finally realize what they got. Some people want their goal to affect Tres Comas in a way that is prosperous. And some people like me, they want to show the world what Tres Comas can do by being the one person that people affiliate with it. If people soon realize my power, my glory, they’ll soon realize that Tres Comas has many others like me. And when that happens, then that’s when Tres Comas will take over fully. You want to make the Jr Heavyweight something better than the other titles, that’s good for you, but to do that people have to assume that you are the best, and then by association will that title gain the prestige. But until then Virgo you’re gonna be on the ground level and with you the Jr. Heavyweight Belt’s prestige. To make Tres Comas great again Virgo, you got to show that you’re the one to look out for, and with it people will soon realize Tres Comas has talent that will eliminate, subjugate, and encapsulate the kingdom before them. And Virgo that’s not going to be you, they’re going to look at me, and they’re going to see the Future, the Present, and the Chosen One that will lead Tres Comas to a pillar they could only dream. And I’ll show you at Budokai, I’ll show the world.
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on June 25th 2018, 1:10 pmAndré Virgo
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I went into business for myself huh? I went into business for myself!? Unbelievable. Your talent is undeniable but you’re just as ungrateful as the rest. Shameful. Absolutely. Shameful. Your pride is unchecked as well which continues to be a plague in Tres Comas Club. GREED’s pride leading him to believe he actually had me beat at Supremacy. Mattias picking fights that I warned him he couldn’t win. As your leader I saw so much potential in you Miltiades, but as your opponent I can’t help but see you as another parasite on my legacy begging to be exterminated. You claim you prospered before I took over Tres Comas Club but you were never in Tres Comas Club until after I took over. You know how I know that? Because when BANG left he left me with nothing. I didn’t take on Tres Comas Club for my own ego, I was abandoned! The former leader left, all of our members left and I had to rebuild this group from the ground up and I had to do it alone! WITHOUT ANDRÉ VIRGO THERE WOULD BE NO TRES COMAS CLUB! But you and everyone else seems to be fine with forgetting that and rewriting history. In the end its my mistake for believing that a group with so many snakes was worthy of not only my trust but my support and loyalty. Instead you’d rather trust a man who openly expresses that he will put his fame and accomplishments before all else, then have the audacity to accuse me of hogging the spotlight!

I wanted to guide us collectively towards the light of greatness. I left my post as leader with Tres Comas Club holding three of the five championships in SSW. I brought prosperity to this group whether you want to acknowledge it or not, but luckily I don’t need you to acknowledge my credibility for me to beat you just like I should have beaten GREED at Supremacy. As you said in Osaka, it’s not like I’ll have Tomazeya there. I won’t have Tomazeya there to jump the gun and cost me anything more than he already has. As far as I’m concerned he’s just another investor. He’s no different from Montana or Jaywalker, just like you’re no different from GREED. I failed to humble GREED, maybe I’ll fail to humble you as well, but just as I did not fail to do against GREED I will not walk away from Budokai Tenkaichi without MY Jr. Heavyweight Championship.

So many want to be a leader but none of you want to lead. You see the position of leader as another accolade, a shiny prize that you want to put your hands on and call yours. You don’t see it as the responsibility that you’re all too immature to handle. My influence over Tres Comas Club is gone and as far as I can tell so is any chance of us to prosper. You wanted to make us great again by removing me from the helm despite the fact that I made us the greatest we had ever been! We could have climbed up further and further but you wouldn’t let me step in front of you. Well now I’ll go alone and become the ace of Strong Style Wrestling by myself. I’ll make the SSW Jr. Heavyweight Championship the most important championship across all promotions. I’ll succeed Aria Jaxon, CM Nas, there will be no competitor in the world above me and as a result no belt above the one I carry. No competitor in the world above me includes you Miltiades.

You are only a budding rose with the potential to have the most elegant petals and sharpest of thorns. With the right resources you could have been something great, but instead you crossed me. You’ve chosen the wrong side, allowing me to be selfish will turn out to be the biggest mistake of your life. I’m not fighting for Tres Comas Club now, I’m fighting for myself. I’m not looking to trim your wings to rebuild, I’m happy to do things to you that you might not wake up from. I won’t have the compassion to stop when I break you. By choosing to side with a treasonous leader like GREED you have forfeit your right to my mercy. You can try to protect yourself by saying “no hard feelings” but it’s too late for that. Maybe with GREED as leader you have some hope of succeeding him as leader, but you will never be capable of succeeding…

André!...

Vir!...

Go!...
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on June 25th 2018, 1:22 amMiltiades
Budokai Tenkaichi

(The night is dark, the flames that light up the camp are sporadic but fill enough to lead down different directions to different parts of the camp. The mountain that hides the camp is brooding in the dark, like a giant guardian. Torches light the path from out of the camp to the cave in the side of the mountain. There the guards are coming off duty before a man in a cloak arrives on the scene. They ready for action, but soon realize it’s Miltiades. He let’s them go to switch out shifts, as he makes his way into the cave. He descends down the stairs inside and his collection of trophies sit in the dust.)

I’ve not been down here in a while. Usually I would come and reminisce over everything, and everyone that I’ve beaten and taken these little items from. Just as a memento. It used to be filed with a bit more things, but before my battle at Supremacy I did a little cleaning, a little removal of those items that didn’t do much in regard of being sentimental, especially since I knew of all of the grander things I would go on to do. And now the time is here. The time for those grand entrances and grand dispositions is now, and honestly the influence that I can get from this is limitless. Budokai Tenkaichi, Omega Wrestling Alliance and Strong Style Wrestling are coming together for the showdown of the century. Each of them have matches that are showing off their talents, their grandeur as a promotion. By any means necessary are they going to try and steal the show for their respective brands, and by any means necessary they’re going to try and see who comes out as supreme. But in the act of doing that they may have to realize that their best isn’t enough. Because both sides have trump cards, both sides have those talents that they could broadcast as the best in the world. Both sides have these because both sides have these talents. I’m not saying they each have the talent to overthrow the other promotion, but that the trump talent the one that they will push to the moon and back both reside on the both promotions. So no matter what their trump card is equal and will always amount to what the other side has. That is unless they’re able to do something the other promotion can’t do.

(Miltiades goes to a spot next to the trophy he took from Shaun Till, this spot is new, obviously made within the week by people that were sent there to make it. But it’s also grand, the pedestal being a complete marble pillar for a bigger trophy then what the others symbolize. Here the table reads Strong Style Wrestling Jr. Heavyweight.)

And that is grant them a story that they will be dying to pay for, dying to continue to watch not only the outcome, but to watch the continuance if it doesn’t end there. Let’s take two talents that each have, Aria Jaxon and CM Nas. Nas is OWA’s champion and has the title while also being a formidable member of the Phantom Troupe, but OWA doesn’t have a story with him, they don’t know what they’re doing with him for this month so SSW obviously has the time to captivate the audience with him. And Aria well Aria has a title shot with OWA, but a grudge match with SSW it’s only a matter of time who prevails in each. Why does this matter, why do you need to listen and memorize each word I am saying? Because while I have a match with SSW and not OWA, my win will change the landscape of both. Because here I’ll beat Andre Virgo and take his belt with me. And not only that I’ll have a chance to be a dual champion in both OWA and SSW as I take Nas’s belt next month. The landscape will change, the landscape will revolve around me, and that’s why you need to take notice. You need to realize that when I influence the world with my presence, people are watching to see me come out on top or be knocked off my pedestal. No matter what, no matter the things that happen people watch me, and when I have the title, they’ll continue to watch, they’ll peer in, they’ll wonder how far my success will go in both promotions, and they’ll continue to keep watching no matter where I go. Now what does this have to do with my message? Well that’s simple. I am the trump card that neither deals a blow to a promotion or increases the notoriety of one. No, I am the trump card that turns each Promotion on it’s heels, and shows them that their talent pool isn’t the best and that the person they should’ve been watching out for was me.

(Miltiades examines the pillar, he pulls a level from the side of it and the mechanisms inside start to churn. They bring the pillar back down to ground level, and the top of it is able to be seen. Marble hands are on the top, ready to cradle to new metal that Miltiades will soon bring back with him.)

But to do that, to become that trump card, I will have to beat Virgo. And it’s not a matter of if either, it’s a matter of how long, how long until he realizes it’s futile, until he realizes that what he’s gotten into is the last thing he needs to go through. Until he realizes his time in the sun is done. He’s like Icarus, hell he’s feeling the effects of his rise, he’s feeling the burn of being too long in the sun and it’s hurting him, both on the mental and physical plane. He’s done, he’s down, I just have to bring that reality down to him. Virgo, you’ve tried your best, you were given the title of leader but squandered it when you decided to go into this business for yourself and only you. Tres Comas was far from your mind, and Tres Comas wasn’t benefitting from anything you would’ve done. Will GREED be an improvement, who knows, but for right now, it was either get GREED installed, or let Tres Comas Club fall down the drain faster than it takes for you to flush a shit down the toilet. It wasn’t pretty, nor was it something of status quo to what we could do as a faction. We were promised everything, we were promised Money, Power, and Respect, and while we prospered before you took it and made it into how could Andre Virgo become better. It was all about you, it was never about TCC and it was only a matter of time before you came down, and we build back our prosperity.

Virgo, I want you to know it’s no hard feelings, but I will take that belt from you, I will be the new Junior Heavyweight Champion, and I will be the one to show TCC what it’s like to win by force, by power, and bring new influence to the faction. GREED can be the leader all he wants, as long as he doesn’t get in my way or jeopardize what Tres Comas is all about, and when he does, I want him to listen to this too. I’ll be there, and I’ll take Tres Comas by force, and I’ll show what it’s like to actually lead. But until then it’s one step at a time, it’s one title at a time, and it’s one man at a time. I’ll drop you on your head and let your know that crown you used to wear is jagged, and I’ll let you realize that it’s over for you. You’re still Tres Comas, but you’re a part of the history that lost, and as we all know history is written by the winners. And I’m going to win, I’m going to put my name in those history books, and I’m going to show what it truly means to be a part of a faction that truly rules Strong Style Wrestling.
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