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It's been nearly two weeks since we last saw the former World Champion on One World Pro Wrestling's network. A difficult to watch landing has led many fans to believe Sister Abigail reaggravated a well documented knee injury, or worse, suffered a new one. This situation is being kept close to Heyman's chest as to protect the privacy of the star until they get a more accurate diagnosis and timetable. But there's a good chance Abigail could be out of action for four to six months.

This would be an absolutely devastating blow to One World, so expect them to make some BIG signings within the next few weeks.

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Deep cackling fills the speakers before a hooded figure twirls into frame. The single candle reveals it to be Sister Abigail, laughing maniacally, pure joy out of Shinsuke's challenge. Heyman's already confirmed it - Nakamura vs Abigail will be a loser leaves town match. The very thing Abigail's been trying to do since Shinsuke made his debut was remove him permanently and emphatically, his mere presence causing a change in attitude for the Matriarch. And now, she's getting her wish.

“Shin-chan, Shin-chan, Shin-chan… you don't realize what you've done. The danger you've put yourself in. My heart only continues to beat because of you - because my every waking thought is consumed by the need to annihilate you - but once it stops, I become the most dangerous creature amongst these halls. Your spirit has revived the long lost shattered pieces of my heart, and it's time for them to break apart once again. It's the only way to survive Judgement day.”

The screen begins to glitch between the regular Abigail we all knew, and the Shinsuke-esque version she's becoming, a younger version almost a ghost behind them.

“And oh, my dearest, the end is near. Nobody wants to listen to me, but Chapter 12 is the end. But it's especially the end for you, Shinsuke. The entire wrestling world won't even remember the name Shinsuke Nakamura… it's the end for you, it's the end for me, and everything else will fall into place…”

The glitching forms finally come to a stop, both sides of Abigail's face split into two forms. Like she's taken on a second identity - or her power has doubled.

“After Chapter 12… we're reborn.”

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                                    𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈!

Hailing from TOKYO, JAPAN, AZUMI first stepped into a wrestling ring at the age of twelve under the tutelage of wrestling legend, Kana. It's almost poetic that her mentor's 1W signing was announced just a short time ago, as AZUMI is officially the first ever active training student from the One World Dojo! The twenty-two year old is returning from a two year hiatus following an ACL tear, and will be seen ringside until trainers deem her ready to step into the ring. Keep your eyes peeled for her coming up ring debut as we get to know this upcoming star!

NAME: AZUMI (あずみ)

AGE: Twenty-two

FROM: Tokyo, Japan

WEIGHT: 120 pounds

TRAINED BY: Kana / 1WPW Trainers

ALIGNMENT: Babyface / Independent

         FIND HER HERE    ->    @japansfinestkohai

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A pre-taped video of events that happened earlier in the night play as we see Rocky Jordan preparing for her Last Woman Standing match with Joey Wolfe that'd take place in just a few moments. Her head pops up, face contorting in a mixture of confusion, anger, and a smirk as Sister Abigail gobbles up to her. The Matriarch of Destruction had just gotten out of a brawl with Matsumoto and was feeling the effects much harder than the Machine was. Rocky laughs, hoping down off the table she'd perched on.

“Well, well, well,” Rocky looks her former leader, her mentor, over. This is the first time they've been face to face since Rocky's betrayal, though neither have spoke much of it, or about each other, since. “Matsu wasn't enough for you, huh? Gotta come crawling back for another ass kicking? That's real sweet, but I've got more important things to do than deal with your fetishes.” Jordan’s smirk grows as she starts to walk away, but Abigail grabs her wrist to stop her.

“Rocky,” Abigail's voice is tinted with the pain radiating through her body, “I admire your courage to branch out on your own, and the stunt you three pulled at Chapter 9 was quite a feat. I was impressed. And that's why I'm allowing you this chance to come back to me, and let me continue to nurture the beast inside of you. You've done well, kouhai, but you're not complete. You're still broken. It's time to stop playing games and allow Mother to -” Rocky's heard enough and CRACKS a fist over Abigail's jaw! Rocky's throwing lefts and rights as Matsumoto and Riley come rushing from the shadows! Rocky grabs a handful of Abigail's hair and bounces her face off the table once, twice, before chucking her at Matsumoto.

Rocky’s eyes are dark and full of bad intentions as she pulls out the table, giving it a firm pat. “Get her up,” the former champion growls. Together, Rocky and Riley get Abigail on Matsumoto's shoulders in a powerbomb, and the three work together to SLAM her through the table, the wood breaking into pieces! Rocky's twitching, fists balled at her sides. She wants to do more. That violent act wasn't enough for her, not after everything she's endured. Riley comes over and puts an arm around her, pulling Rocky back.

Jordan snarls and spits on Abigail’s broken frame, “I'm taking back everything you took from me, bitch.” Riley jumps on her back, and the three of them walk away.

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Fresh off her world championship title loss, Riley sits at one of the long table in the back. She’s slumped against the chair, favoring her back, hands running through messy pink hair before grabbing the microphone.

“The t’ing about living in chaos is that not everything goes according t’ plan. The first nine months of my career taught me that. Everything that’s happened since I was just a small bab has taught me that. I’ doesn’t lessen the sting any, but sometimes, that’s just wha’ happens. I’ll swallow it for now, but don’t think that my quest for that title is over, because it’s not. Not even a little bit. It doesn’t matter if that cunt’s still champion, or someone manages to take i’ from him. That title’s going t’ come home with me, and all th’ rest will follow suit. I will not stop until ANarChY has plunged this world inta chaos and taken everythin’ that shines. Everything WILL be ours. Matsumoto, Jordan, Ishimori - they’ll be written on everything. It’s jus’ a matter o’ time. You don’t have to believe it now, but I will turn you int’a believer. Keep your eyes peeled.”

Riley leans forward on the table, putting a hand over her Stardust Championship, “But for now, I still have gold around my shoulder. There’s a locker room full of women ready t’ take it from me, but that’s not gonna happen. No matter how many o’ them come at me. No matter how strong they are, or how talented they are. Whether they’re a demon, or a child prodigy, or The Man; none of them can compare to the Crimson Magic King.” She stands, slowly, clearly harboring some injuries from tonight’s battle.

“So, if I was one of those numpties standin’ in th’ back, I’d start stepping up your game. Because this is only the beginning.” She throws down the microphone and leaves, Matsumoto appearing from the shadows to help her walk to their locker room.

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After the last match of Warrior’s Crown went off the air, Prince Devitt was seen standing with Jay White backstage. The two were in conversation but that was interrupted when Aleister Black walked over to them with a smirk on his face. 

“Jay, do you mind? I have something to talk to your leader about.” Aleister spoke to Jay but his eyes never left Prince.

“You know, I don’t think I want to leave.” Jay countered back, but Prince shook his head.

“Jay, go. I can handle this myself.” He told him. Jay obliged, but not without shooting a glare to the both of them. 

Prince paid no mind to this as he turned back to Aleister, an eyebrow raised and a smirk wide on his face. 

“Miss me already, Aleister? What, did you finally figure out a way to summon Finn? Or are you still struggling? Not quite the goth sadist everyone took you for.” Prince got closer to him so that they were inches from each other.

“Some leader you are, ordering the last guy left in your faction around like your personal servant. Considering he won what you couldn’t, I would have thought it’d be the other way around. He is the best out of the two of you.” Aleister was now the one smirking.

“I created this group, it’s always mine to lead. Always has been, always will be.” 

“Does he know that?” Aleister taunted. “How do you know he’s not planning kicking you out like you did to Nixon?”

Whatever Aleister was trying to gain from pissing Prince off seemed to be starting to work.

“What do you want, Black?” Prince spat out, specks of black in his eyes.

“I’m just talking, Devitt. Calm down, no need to get angry.” Aleister shot back with an even wider smirk. “You’ve been so touchy since you signed, WWE messed you up badly didn’t it? Being the butt of the joke, though that hasn’t changed, has it? What have you done since signing? Won one tag title? It’s been your stablemates that do all the work. It’s your stablemates that make Bullet Club even remotely interesting anymore, and you? You’re nothing, just bitter. You couldn’t hack it in WWE so you went back to the only place you were good with.”

“Not to mention, you and Jay are all that’s here. Where’s Anderson? Gallows? Fale? Not here, because they stopped believing in you. You’re a has-been trying to live out his glory days where he’s not welcome anymore. Not to mention, you’re only ever interesting when Finn is in control -”

Prince had heard enough, rather it seemed to be more Finn now. That much was evident by how much more vicious he was when he attacked Aleister with a nearby lead pipe. Security guards and company officials came running, separating the two. But Prince, now letting Finn completely take over, was too irate to let Aleister go.

“Oh, you are not going that quickly! You wanted me? Go maith! Now you have me!” Finn yelled, hitting Aleister again before sending a stiff kick to his jaw. Finally, he let up and let out a terrifying sounding laugh. He forced Aleister on his knees and grabbed his jaw.

“I will be seeing you Sunday, Aleister.” He got in his face and spoke ominously before letting him go and walking off, laughing as he did.

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A shot of black popped up on the screen before spots of light shone through. Taking off the camera lens of a stationary camera. Stepping back into the shot was Romelle Donaghue. She fixed her hair and looked off camera for a second.

“…Chet….am I rolling?” she asked before the camera started shaking as if saying ‘yes’.

“Hey all! I’m Romelle and you’re currently tuned into…”

GHOSTFACERS (This showed up on the screen in bright neon green with shitty yellow outlines)

“Today we’re hunting demons!” 

As she finished her sentence, an ominous music started playing and a flash of CGI/photoshop lightening followed.

“You see, Rosemary is somewhere in this building and I absolutely have to get rid of her.” Romelle said as she started moving down a long and dark hallway. “We don’t need demons roaming around these halls, and because of the training I know I can expell these demons.”

“…You literally talked to a woman who wore all black today, that hardly qualifies you to…” Chet began before Romelle turned around and started at him with a serious look on her face.

“Chet….what did we say about you talking on camera? This is my demon hunting expo, not yours.” she said in a serious tone.

“I…I…” he started again.

“Chet! I swear to SOME higher being that if you don’t shut the front door I’ll–” she started before hearing a strange noise down the hall. “…You hear that Chet?”

The ‘camera’ nodded as Romelle reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of salt. She slowly looked around and started walking forward.

Chet, who was behind her, followed slowly. The two came to a split in the hallway. “Let’s go this way.” Romelle said.

The camera looked to both sides and for a split second, it looked as if Rosemary herself, was peaking around a camera. The camera whirled back in that direction, but nothing was there.

Chet’s heavy breaking could be heard over the two’s footsteps.

“I’m going to hide one of those weird symbols I saw on TV over here. I think it’ll trap her.” Romelle said before disappearing around another corner.

The camera turned around and Rosemary was seem directly in front of the camera.

Suddenly the camera was thrown to the ground and running could be heard. 

“Chet! Where are you going?!” Romelle asked as her boots were shown on the camera. She suddenly picked up the camera and pointed it int he direction that Rosemary was once.

She was gone.

Romelle turned it around towards her and looked visibly upset. She huffed. “Well…my camera guy is gone. I think Ghostfacers is now officially a one woman job,” she stood for a second before continuing “Rosemary…if I don’t get you now, come Chapter 10…you’re definitely going up in flames…or whatever it is that demons do. Just you watch.”

The camera then went black and all that was left on the screen was:

GHOSTFACERS

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Prince Devitt and Jay White were seen walking backstage, right after the betrayal of Nixon Newell. Both were silent for a few moments, though Prince still wore his arrogant grin like a badge of honor. Finally, Jay spoke up.

“I’m not mad that you kicked her out, it was about time, really. But, did you think before you did it? I mean, who is going to replace her? It can’t just be the two of us.” He pointed out.

Prince just laughed and patted Jay on the shoulder, leaving a hand as he leaned in a bit closer.

“I always have a plan, Jay. You’ll realize that about me soon enough. I’ve had this plan for a while, kicking Nixon out wasn’t just on a whim. When my plan comes to fruition, nobody will remember or even give a damn that Nixon Newell was in Bullet Club to begin with, or rather a glorified cheerleader.”

He may not know what the plan was, but Jay looked pleased. A bit hesitant, but pleased. He and Prince smirked before walking off.

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Syn backstage

Syn was seen backstage, with the title belt over his shoulder, typing away at his phone as Alicia Atout stood beside him. 

“Syn, congrats on your win tonight, and still being undefeated in the Warrior’s Crown tournament. You’ve been absolutely dominant since you won that championship from Abigail, but as of last night, you’re no longer the only World Champion in One World, as Jay White captured the IWGP Heavyweight Championship from Hiroshi Tanahashi, at last night’s NJPW New Beginning in Osaka. How do you feel about now having to share some of the spotlight with The Switchblade?”

Syn looked up from his phone with a bit of a scowl on his face, putting his phone in his pocket as he looked down at Alicia. “You’ve got it all wrong, Alicia. There is no sharing of the spotlight. Yeah, sure, it’s impressive that Ruby Riott is the new IWGP Heavyweight Champion, and I understand just how important that belt is. Hell, there was a time where my only goal in life was to be the IWGP Heavyweight Champion. But that belt belongs to New Japan, and Switch-Bitch beat a very old, very injured Hiroshi Tanahashi to earn it. Around here, in America, in One World? This is the only belt that matters to me, and this one, his little buddy Gedo can’t just hand to him.” Syn pointed to the World Title around his shoulder. “I already beat Jay White. I pinned him right in the middle of the ring. Technically, I should be in line for an IWGP Heavyweight title shot now. But I’ll come around to collect on my own time. Right now, my focus is this tournament, and my own belt. And after I win the Warrior’s Crown, and successfully retain my Championship against Okada at Wembley, I don’t wanna hear a single word about me “sharing the spotlight” with Knife Pervert. Jay White is none of my concern, as much as he’d like to be. And if he takes exception to anything I’m saying, Mr. Pumped Up Kicks knows where to find me.” 

Syn adjusted the belt on his shoulder and walked off, ending the interview. 

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One World Network presents

Superstar Showcase: February 2019: Riley Ishimori

Hometown: Norwich, England by way of Tokyo, Japan

Faction: ANarChY

Accomplishments: 1WPW Stardust Champion

Riley Ishimori has gone from a 15+ match losing streak and LIJ misfit to leading her own faction as Starust Champion. Nearly a year of experience under her belt; a year where she was neglected, misused, and alone; has shaped her into becoming the Crimson Magic King, a homage to Abyss Trinity. Her evolution started the night she turned on her supposed family and formed ANarChY, further declaring herself a King and the Godkiller in the WC Press Conference, and it's not just hot air. She's already 2-1 in the tournament, the one an intentional DQ from Mr. Ciampa, and shows no signs of stopping. 2018 was a cruel, brutal year, but 2019 belongs to Riley Ishimori - and that's why she's the champ.

1. 07/18/2018 - Rocky Jordan vs Riley Ishimori, Vendetta

The beginning of what would become an intense, passionate, blood feud that'd span from this night to Chapter 9 started here. A cocky Riley was itching for a fight, and her first singles victory, and Rocky answered the call.

2. 10/24/2018 - Sister Abigail vs Riley Ishimori, Vendetta

Over three months later, and Riley hadn't only failed to net a singles victory, but hadn't won at all since her debut match alongside LIJ. A 15+ match losing streak dissolved, however, as Jinny gave the assist to knock off then World Champion, Sister Abigail, in a match that earned Honorary Best Bout.

3. 11/28/2018> - Riley Ishimori vs Bayley vs Lilith Brookes vs Nikki Cross, Vendetta

A fatal four way between then-1WPW's best had been used to decide the number one contender for Rocky Jordan's championship. Lilith Brookes stole the victory right out from under Riley, a moment that she'd pay for later on..

4. 11/25/2018 - Talia Rogue vs Riley Ishimori TLC, Hardcore Championship

Fortunately for Riley, she didn't get the title match she wanted, but she got a different one in One World's first ever TLC match, an incredible affair that earned them MOTN. However, it would pale in comparison. to what came next.

5. 01/20/2019 - Rocky Jordan vs Riley Ishimori, 2/3 Falls, Stardust Championship, Chapter 9

Another classic was added to this rivalry as they tied up for a fourth time. Unlike the others, Riley had managed to come out on top, despite a controversial moment mid-match. This victory would be the push she needed to solidify herself next to Rocky and Matsumoto, forming ANarChY, and flipping all of One World upside down.

6. 01/26/2019 - Sister Abigail vs Riley Ishimori, Warrior's Crown Day 2

In what may be the biggest shocker of the tournament, Abigail lost her first match, falling 0-2 in overall singles competition to the self named Godkiller. A brand new attitude and look marked the emergence of the new Riley, and the upset showed everyone that this wasn't a fluke, that she and ANarChY are here to stay.

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Better, Faster, Stronger..

      With how things had been quiet ever since 1WPW had signed such a blockbuster free agent as Kenny Omega was, Kenny had felt inclined to make a statement. A precursor, if you will, as to what to expect from him in 1WPW. As well as a few comments, concerns and answers to a slue of questions that many had asked him ever since the announcement had become public. What better way to answer them all than in front of a camera crew that he’d borrowed from 1WPW and had them follow him to a private location to conduct the interview. With a multitude of lights aligned in various spots a few feet from him to capture him in perfect lighting, Kenny took a seat. Before the red light would come on and the live feed would become available on the 1WPW Network, Kenny took time to grab a bottle of water and took a few necessary swigs. After he’d readjusted his seating for comfort and would glance up dead-center at the lens, the red light would flicker on and he was given the cue to go. Showtime.

❝By now, I’m sure you’ve all heard the rumors. The big news. The big reveal… where will Kenny Omega sign? Many of you, if not a good number of you, thought I was going to jump ship and sign with the big leagues. After all.. that is what you consider the big leagues, right? I find it humorous that you all give one promotion so much of a reputation, so much of a high caliber placement.. so much of a high-tier pedestal when a good number of that promotion’s top stars all seem to be leaving for greener pastures. Tell me.. if such a promotion was worth alllllll the praise and alllllll the admiration you give it… why would a number of their top talent be leaving? It’s simple, folks. It’s been in front of you all this time. It’s all a big mirage. A ruse. Nothing but.. dare I say it… smoke and mirrors. These indy stars all make a name for themselves and dream of working for this big name promotion… but at what cost?❞

      Pausing for a moment to let that thought sink in, Kenny would then lean back in his chair and prepare his next set of thoughts. All while the camera feed would switch to a new angle as opposed to the head-on angle that the feed had started with.  ❝Oh, trust me… they tried. That big promotion that everyone clamors for an opportunity to be a part of and to sign with tried to sign me. So much so that every dirt sheet and wrestling insider news report had caught wind of it and made a big deal out of it. They claimed that I was in it for the money. They assumed that because names such as AJ Styles, Karl Anderson, Luke Gallows and Shinsuke Nakamura were signed with that promotion, that I would feel even more inclined to sign. Some even tossed in the concept of a Bullet Club reunion, as if that would draw my attention any further than what it was. Well folks… here’s a newsflash for you.. I don’t give a shit ❞

      Give a shit about what? That was yet to be spoken. But at the rate of how Kenny was being as transparent and upfront as he was now? That was soon to be addressed. And now a different camera angle was presented.  ❝The truth is … I don’t care about whether someone is or isn’t signed with a promotion. I don’t care if a promotion is offering me money that I can only dream of seeing. I don’t care if a promotion is such a ‘global phenomenon’ that I would only add to it’s superior place among the top echelon of promotions. If you want me to just come out and say it, then fine. I’ll say it. I don’t give a shit about World Wrestling Entertainment, nor to I give a shit about this ‘massive contract’ that these dirt sheets seem to have claimed that they offered me. If you want me to be even more bold, I’ll go on to say that their contract offer wasn’t even worth my time. How sad it must have been for them to be chomping at the bit, waiting for today to come and the first thing they read once they wake up is that I signed with One World Pro Wrestling ❞

      Another opportunity taken for Kenny to take a breath and reflect upon what he’d just said. Yet a moment to also ponder what he’d feel compelled to share next.  Yet again, a new camera angle. ❝WWE, like everyone else, needs to realize that I, Kenny Omega, doesn’t need WWE. I don’t need IMPACT. I don’t need Ring of Honor. I don’t need any single one promotion to justify who I am and what I’m capable of. When you look back in the year 2016, I had an absolutely stellar year. A remarkable year. One would even consider 2016 the best year of my entire wrestling career. If you were to make a list of the Top Ten best matches of 2016? You can bet your top dollar that Kenny Omega was in six out of those ten. And that, is me just being humble. I single-handedly took a promotion that had no direction and no idea what it was doing, and put it on the map. I took an entire wrestling promotion, lifted it onto my shoulders, and put it on the map. Oh, sure. I wasn’t alone in that venture. Yet the moment that I started to take a stand and the moment that I started to make a name for myself, New Japan Pro Wrestling became a household name ❞

      There wasn’t much time for a new camera angle or a pause in Kenny’s train of thought at this point. And because of that, Kenny’s onslaught of upfront honesty kept firing off on all cylinders. ❝It was I, that ended up taking a homegrown faction known as the Bullet Club and made it a global phenomenon. It was I, that scratched, clawed, bled, sweat and fought through injury to earn my spot in the heavyweight division. It was I, that gave you your study guide of five-star matches. It was I, that for the first time ever, was a foreigner that became the figurehead of a promotion who had only seen homegrown talent become their top stars. And.. let’s just call a spade a spade, shall we? It was I, who not only made myself a star in a foreign country, but I became their premier franchise player. Unlike a handful of others that once they’d reached their peak of fame and fortune, they jumped ship and traded in their legitimacy of being a professional wrestler to become a ‘sports entertainer’. Yeah, that’s right. Go ahead and let that all sink in ❞

       It was now that Kenny had taken the time to sit back in his seat and give himself time to take a deep breath. A hybrid look of pride and cockiness both apparent in his facial expressions. Though nowhere near done with what he had to say. Only taking this moment to give himself a breather, and to allow the camera to shift to a new angle. ❝When i signed with One World Pro Wrestling, I was told that I would become public enemy number one. I was told that everyone would want to test my claim of being the Best Wrestler in the World and prove me wrong. I was told that I was merely wasting my time because 1WPW had nothing to offer. To that I say, if that were the case, then why did I sign a contract with 1WPW and forego any chance of signing with the big leagues and the top dogs in the states? It’s simple. Competition. Worthy.. talented… driven.. competition. Wrestlers who have something to offer and take every opportunity they have to make a name for themselves. Young, driven talent that.. quite frankly.. New Japan lacks ❞

       Yet again, having no need to take another break in his flow of conversation, Kenny kept going without any delay. ❝On top of that, I feel as if 1WPW needs someone to right the wrongs that have already begun to corrupt the minds of the 1WPW faithful. On one hand, you have a man who’s clearly trying to relive his glory days by assembling a faction that he once built. And yet, how sad it is to see that the the faction consists of two men and a female who truly doesn’t belong in the faction to begin with. And on the other, you have a man who has done nothing more than become a carbon-copy, wannabe of myself and stole all my moves just for the sake of wanting to be just like me. How pathetic. I feel for you, 1WPW fans. I truly do. And that, is why I felt compelled to sign with 1WPW and rid you all of the atrocities and filth that has begun to stain the minds of those who buy a ticket to these shows. How sad it is, that a talent pool so rich in experience and star power such as 1WPW’s is being exposed to the very impurities that leave a bad name in the business we all so truly love ❞

      Feeling as if he’d said enough, Kenny took yet another moment to sit back and ponder how he was going to finish this… state of address if you will. But once he’d lean back forward and gaze his eyes into the camera lens once more, the camera angle was now back to being panned head-on. ❝Let this be a wake up call to everyone in that locker room and everyone who works for One World Pro Wresting… you’re not going to be getting the same Kenny Omega that you saw fail at Wrestle Kingdom 13. Oh no… that Kenny Omega is old news. This Kenny.. the one you’re looking at now… the once you’re listening to… this is a new Kenny. A stronger Kenny. A faster Kenny. A Kenny Omega who has had time to let bygones be bygones. Has had time to let lingering injuries heal… and has had time to both dedicate himself to putting on more muscle and strengthening himself for what’s to come. No alliances. No allegiances. Only me. Best believe if you step in the ring with me, you had better be your best. Otherwise, I will show you, and everyone else in this world, why they consider me.. the Best Wrestler in the World… ❞

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A hooded figure paced back and forth before the camera, slow breaths and the occasional growl heard. Finally, they stopped, head slowly turning to reveal masked eyes and the rest of his face covered by a shirt, three letters splattered across it- C C K. Shoulders were now set, head turning as he looked both ways before snatching the shirt from his face. 

“Warriors Crown tournament… One World fans..” He paused, eyes cutting as if keeping a lookout for someone. “You have Chris Brookes. You’ve seen Kid Lykos only briefly but you’ve yet to have the full experience. You’ve yet to see what we’re about. What I am capable of. Don’t worry, though. The tournament will end and when it does?” He smirked, low growls escaping. “When this tournament ends, the real fun begins. It won’t be baking trays or giant bears. We will come for the gold. Give us your tag teams. Give us singles matches. It doesn’t matter who you put in front of us, CCK will always come out on top. We will prevail. No one will be safe." 

His right hand lifted, fingers curled like claws to drag across his chest before he let out a loud howl then shoved the camera away. 

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Backstage, a loud commotion is heard, sending several panicked employees running for their lives. The cameraman moves in closer as Abigail stumbles through. There’s a far away look in her eyes, attire as dishevelled as her makeup. Both eyes now a pure white, they look around, as if searching for someone. She slinks over to the camera, grasping its frame and forcing it on her.

“OHHHHHHH Naito, Naito, Naito-SAN. Do you feel that? Do you feel that sense of victory? For the first time in your meaningless career you can feel like a winner. You and your worthless former protege, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you Riley, should feel proud of yourself. But but but… I can hear the keyboards clicking away - click, click, click -” Abigail twitches with each mimicked noise, “as they type away their little stories. ‘Sister Abigail is deteriorating before our very eyes. Sister Abigail has lost to her former subjects. Sister Abigail has fallen from grace.’ Oh, oh, ohhhh but they don’t know the forces that they’re dealing with. You’d think, you’d hope they would. But they haven’t because they can’t because the ways of a GOD can’t be understood by such simple, simple mortals.”

She pauses, looking around the room, “Do you hear that? The clock is ticking. The clock is ticking, because the end is near. And I don’t know who you think you are Naito, but are simply a toy soldier trying to play your part in a war that is not meant for you. But I’ll say this is in a way you understand. Watashi-wa anata-ni fukai ikari-wo motte ita. Shikashi shinpai shite wa ikenai, subete wa barabara ni natte iru.”

Laughter erupts from the Matriarch of Destruction, equal parts full of joy and completely miserable. She shoves the camera away, stumbling back to the wall, as the laughter becomes a mocking one. “The higher you get, the further you fall. But there isn’t going to be any falling here. You got lucky, you understand? LUCKY! And if you’ve never believed anything I’ve said before, believe me when I say it won’t happen again. Subete wa barabara ni natte iru.”

“Shh shh shh shh…. Maybe I’m not the leader I once was, that the Family is just a weight holding me down. Maybe I’m not the person who’s going to change the world. Maybe, maybe, maybe… Subete wa barabara ni natte iru… Shikashi shinpai shite wa ikenai… but don’t worry… the ace is here to save you. Your rightful ace,” Abigail points a finger to her chest before surfing forward and grabbing the edges of the camera, “Tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock… The end is near. The clock is counting down right,” hands cover her ears, like she was trying to block something out, mocking laughter used to cover it up, “The end is near… Everything is falling apart… The clock drowns out the voices. But there’s one, there’s one that’s just as loud and tells me what I have to do. The end is near… subete wa barabara ni natte iru. But don’t worry, the King will save you.”

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There was a break, B Block wouldn’t be going at it for a few days, and so Rocky didn’t to be at Riley’s side to protect her from anyone who wanted to threaten her chances at winning. It didn’t stop her from lurking around, scoping out the competition and seeing who was on that night’s A Block schedule  while Riley was resting with Matsumoto.

She walked through the parking lot, recon done for the evening. She talked a little trash, she knew what she needed to report back, all was well…

Until ALL OF THE SUDDEN ROCKY’S TAKEN OUT WITH A CUTTER!

The figure, clad in black sweats, rolls onto a knee, pulling the hood down to reveal Joey Wolfe!

Hand taps the asphalt...and as Rocky tries to stand Joey rushes forward, hitting another cutter! Two Wolfe’s Bites in a row to the former Stardust champion!

Joey mounts Rocky, not letting her get a chance to breathe as she rains down punches.

“Talk shit, get hit!” Joey mutters, before she locks in a rear-naked choke! She’s using one of Rocky’s submissions against her! The former champion tries to fight but she’s taken too much damage from the ambush!

A team of referees come swarming out, but Joey releases before they can get to them, rolling back to a knee before she stands. The referees turn most of their focus to Rocky, as Joey slinks off to the shadows.

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WC Presser- Syn

Finally, the last man up to speak, the World Champion, Syn, made his way to the podium, dressed in a sharp black suit, with his hair spiked up, and the World Championship around his shoulder. He had a pair of sunglasses on that he placed on the podium as he set himself up. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I want to thank you all for coming tonight, thank you for supporting 1WPW…. It’s Warrior Crown time. It’s what we’ve been waiting for since it was announced months ago. The 20 best in 1WPW, all going at it, for a chance to main event Chapter 12. You may think that this tournament doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot to me, considering I have this big shiny belt around by shoulder, but you’d be wrong. I approach every match, tournament, or gauntlet the same. It’s the chance to prove to everyone why I am the best thing going in professional wrestling today. And let me make one thing perfectly clear. When I win this tournament, I will select Kazuchika Okada as my opponent for Chapter 12." 

The audience clapped, and Syn took a moment to fix his tie and adjust the mic. "Now, in regards to my opponents… Abigail, you can continue to fire away with your hoodoo voodoo mumbo jumbo, and you can claim you never lie, but you told a mistruth the second you called yourself The Ace. You’re not The Ace, I am. I have two victories over you that prove it. I have this belt that proves it. And if you still aren’t convinced, come night 18… I’ll prove it again. 

Naito… You’re like a brother to me. But like all Family, sometimes we fight. And sometimes we get a little crazy. But if you think for one second that you can beat me… You’re crazy, brother.

Riley… Oh boy where do I even start with you. Enjoy your 15 minutes of fame, because without us, you’re nothing. And I’m looking forward to kneeing you back to obscurity.

Ciampa… You delusional, egotistical, son of a bitch. There’s a lot of people around here who’d like to get a hand on you, but I plan on making full use of my opportunity to do just that. The Atlas title ain’t worth shit, not while it’s around your waist. You took a title that meant something, back when Hiromu held it, and have reduced it to nothing more than a prop in your petty games with Gargano… And for that, I’m gonna kick your face in." 

The Quinns… Look, I’ll be honest, I can’t fuckin’ tell y'all apart, so I’m just gonna kick both of your faces in until you look exactly the same.

Toni… I’ll be real. I think you’re my favorite female on the roster right now, but that’s not gonna stop me from taking you down. You’re good, you’re real good… But I’m The Ace. And sadly for you, Toni time is just about running out. 

Mox, brother… I’ll tell you what, if you can manage to beat me, I promise you, your title match? I’ll make sure it’s a fucking deathmatch.” Syn looked over his shoulder, at a smiling, nodding Moxley. “That sound good?” Syn asked, and Mox nodded. 

“And finally… My opponent for this Saturday night… Jay White. Knife Pervert..” Syn’s attention was caught by Jay, who yelled something to him that couldn’t quite be made out by those sitting in the audience. “Got something to say?” Syn asked into the mic, and Jay stood up, and began to approach the podium. Devitt and Nixon, who were both sitting on the A Block side, looked at each other, and tried to decide if there was anything they could/should do to stop this, but neither of them got up. Jay approached the podium and gave Syn a shove, which the champion responded to by setting down his belt, and shoving White back, before the two men got into an all out brawl! Both A and B block competitors scrambled to grab the two men and separate them, as what was supposed to be a sophisticated presser event has evolved into and all out brawl!

Thanks for joining us, everyone! We’ll see you Friday!

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Sister Abigail saunters to the podium, walking with a slight limp, stitches present on her head,  as to be expected after last night’s grueling match. The fact she or Syn were here tonight is impressive.

“I never sleep but I’m always dreaming. Lately, I’ve been dreaming of this. Warrior’s Crown is not just about resiliency, it’s about test of strength, it’s about having the heart of a champion, the fortitude of the ace. I am the backbone of this company, I carried One World on my back when nobody else would, so if you’ve never believed anything I’ve said before, believe me now because there is no one better suited to lead all of you mindless, insignificant sheep than your ace - me.”

“And I have dreamt of demolishing everyone to my right, and everyone that stands before me on my path to Chapter 12 where I will win back the title I should have never lost. And as for you, Syn, you and I will be sharing this war on the last night, but off in the distance there is a woman’s voice. It’s very faint, I can’t make out what it says, but as we fight, and as we come closer to her, I can hear her. She’s telling me things that I’ve tried to warn you and everyone else about. She’s telling me the future, your future, the future of this company and, oh, you’ve never seen a dark age quite like this. And I see you sitting there a withered old man, lonely and filled with regrets. And for you, Riley, call yourself whatever nickname you’d like, it’ll only make it more amusing when I crush you beneath my feet.”

“We have entered the bowels of Carcosa, children. But don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll make it quick.”