Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 14:28:43 GMT -5
9:52 AM
January 2nd, 2017
Tendonin Manor
Cleveland, Ohio
Camera Status: On
The scene begins with a pan of the office. Photographs of a woman holding various awards are hanging on the walls. In some cases, she was holding the same championship in more than one photo. In one photo, the woman was holding five championships. The camera turned to the desk, where a red headed and spectacled woman was seated. On the desk, a mug of tea is steeping. The large bay window behind the desk gave a slight view of the rear of the estate. At the desk, Dragasha Omega looked up at the camera, removing her camera.
Dragasha: 2017 is finally upon us. While a lot of people are still whining over 2016, I’m laughing. I had a great fucking 2016. For the likely very small crowd who don’t know who I am...in this realm, I’m currently known as Dragasha Omega, and I’ve come to the Union Battleground with a mission and a message. The mission is very simple. But, before I start giving away the details, I want to share a little story.
At one point in time, there was a company called SCW. First my husband, and later myself and my associates, worked there. My husband was the SCW North American Champion, which would later merge with the FTWO Alternative Championship to become the SCW Alternative Championship. I then won the Alternative Championship from him, in a tag team match against Priest and Kronik. 2012 ended. If you’ve kept up so far, we had held three championships.
In 2013, I would defend the championship in a grueling ladder match against a wench named Simone. I passed out a few times during the match, and even broke some ribs, after she knocked the ladder over, and I landed on the barricade outside the ring. I then lost it to Priest, but won it back about 2 months later. Over time, during the failed merger with UCW, myself and my associates would hold the SCW alternative Championship 4 times, the SCW North American Championship 2 times, the SCW and UCW Tag Team Championships once each, the UCW Xtreme championship, and the UCW Women’s World Championship once. Of those, 2 Alternative titles were mine, as well as the UCW Women’s World title.
Dragasha turned to her tea and lifted the bags. Letting them drip for a moment, she disposed of them in a rubbish pail next to her desk. She stirred in some sugar before she went on.
Dragasha: I’m sure you couldn’t care less what level of success I’ve had elsewhere. But, there is a point to this history lesson. The world championship is something all wrestlers aspire to. And why shouldn’t they? To be the world champion is to say you are the absolute best. When I was SCW Alternative Champion, I was in the ring, week in, and week out. Title on the line or not. When Priest was briefly champion, he barely showed up, and when he missed events, he always had an excuse.
Pat Riley’s words were “A Champion needs a motivation above and beyond winning.” I took that to heart in SCW. While we did have old hats coming in, wanting world title shots, most of the roster were taking notice of the noise I was making in the mid card as the SCW Alternative Champion. People started coming to SCW just to take a crack at me. I only lost the championship once. I was stripped of it, later, by an overzealous owner. It changed hands a few times, but later, I dispatched one of my most dangerous Dragons to bring the belt back to the Order. She completed this mission with relative ease, after spearing another woman out of a second story window.
What I’m getting at is this...I made the SCW Alternative Championship mean something. I main evented nearly as many pay per views as the World Champion. And that, ladies and gentlemen is the message. I make championships mean something. When Jason Cross was literally HANDED the 2CW title, I called him a paper champion, and ripped him to shreds in a non title match, and then took the belt from him at the pay per view. I was untouchable as 2CW champion. I was so unstoppable, that after each successful defense, they presented me with a new version of the championship.
In the words of Tom Landry, “the secret to winning is constant, consistent management.” That is what I’m bringing to Union. I’m bringing a constant, consistent standard of not just winning, but making things meaningful. You see, if someone like Alec Villiers, Brandon Collins, or even my opponent, Dick Devereaux somehow win this tournament, and eventually the Union Championship, it’s just another championship. A bullet point on their resume. But if I become Union Champion, and believe me, you’ll have to move heaven and earth to prevent this from happening, I will put asses in seats and dollars in pockets, all the while, making this company an overnight success story.
I’m coming to Union as a representative of the EWC. The EWC is one of the most respected wrestling organizations there is. Which brings me to the mission. The mission is the win the Union Championship, and make it something that everybody who walks through the door and signs a contract wants. Make it something they are willing to be away from home night after night as they chase after it. My master doesn’t deal with failure very well...therefore, it is not an option for me. There is one downside to the upcoming Lights Out, though. It’s in fucking Mexico.
Dragasha stopped speaking and took a sip of her tea.
Dragasha: Of all the beautiful places in Latin America...somebody said Mexico? Well, perhaps while I’m down there, I can get some sparring in with a real luchadore. Hell, maybe get some decent margaritas. I’ve now told you my message and my mission. The mission starts with the defeat of Devereaux on Wednesday. I’m the nightmare and the dream, Devereaux. You have no idea what I’m capable of, and therefore, it will be impossible to prepare for me. Also...you’re welcome for the main event match. It’ll be your last time being in it as long as I’m around. The clock is ticking. Time is almost up.
With that, the camera turned away and the image faded.
January 2nd, 2017
Tendonin Manor
Cleveland, Ohio
Camera Status: On
The scene begins with a pan of the office. Photographs of a woman holding various awards are hanging on the walls. In some cases, she was holding the same championship in more than one photo. In one photo, the woman was holding five championships. The camera turned to the desk, where a red headed and spectacled woman was seated. On the desk, a mug of tea is steeping. The large bay window behind the desk gave a slight view of the rear of the estate. At the desk, Dragasha Omega looked up at the camera, removing her camera.
Dragasha: 2017 is finally upon us. While a lot of people are still whining over 2016, I’m laughing. I had a great fucking 2016. For the likely very small crowd who don’t know who I am...in this realm, I’m currently known as Dragasha Omega, and I’ve come to the Union Battleground with a mission and a message. The mission is very simple. But, before I start giving away the details, I want to share a little story.
At one point in time, there was a company called SCW. First my husband, and later myself and my associates, worked there. My husband was the SCW North American Champion, which would later merge with the FTWO Alternative Championship to become the SCW Alternative Championship. I then won the Alternative Championship from him, in a tag team match against Priest and Kronik. 2012 ended. If you’ve kept up so far, we had held three championships.
In 2013, I would defend the championship in a grueling ladder match against a wench named Simone. I passed out a few times during the match, and even broke some ribs, after she knocked the ladder over, and I landed on the barricade outside the ring. I then lost it to Priest, but won it back about 2 months later. Over time, during the failed merger with UCW, myself and my associates would hold the SCW alternative Championship 4 times, the SCW North American Championship 2 times, the SCW and UCW Tag Team Championships once each, the UCW Xtreme championship, and the UCW Women’s World Championship once. Of those, 2 Alternative titles were mine, as well as the UCW Women’s World title.
Dragasha turned to her tea and lifted the bags. Letting them drip for a moment, she disposed of them in a rubbish pail next to her desk. She stirred in some sugar before she went on.
Dragasha: I’m sure you couldn’t care less what level of success I’ve had elsewhere. But, there is a point to this history lesson. The world championship is something all wrestlers aspire to. And why shouldn’t they? To be the world champion is to say you are the absolute best. When I was SCW Alternative Champion, I was in the ring, week in, and week out. Title on the line or not. When Priest was briefly champion, he barely showed up, and when he missed events, he always had an excuse.
Pat Riley’s words were “A Champion needs a motivation above and beyond winning.” I took that to heart in SCW. While we did have old hats coming in, wanting world title shots, most of the roster were taking notice of the noise I was making in the mid card as the SCW Alternative Champion. People started coming to SCW just to take a crack at me. I only lost the championship once. I was stripped of it, later, by an overzealous owner. It changed hands a few times, but later, I dispatched one of my most dangerous Dragons to bring the belt back to the Order. She completed this mission with relative ease, after spearing another woman out of a second story window.
What I’m getting at is this...I made the SCW Alternative Championship mean something. I main evented nearly as many pay per views as the World Champion. And that, ladies and gentlemen is the message. I make championships mean something. When Jason Cross was literally HANDED the 2CW title, I called him a paper champion, and ripped him to shreds in a non title match, and then took the belt from him at the pay per view. I was untouchable as 2CW champion. I was so unstoppable, that after each successful defense, they presented me with a new version of the championship.
In the words of Tom Landry, “the secret to winning is constant, consistent management.” That is what I’m bringing to Union. I’m bringing a constant, consistent standard of not just winning, but making things meaningful. You see, if someone like Alec Villiers, Brandon Collins, or even my opponent, Dick Devereaux somehow win this tournament, and eventually the Union Championship, it’s just another championship. A bullet point on their resume. But if I become Union Champion, and believe me, you’ll have to move heaven and earth to prevent this from happening, I will put asses in seats and dollars in pockets, all the while, making this company an overnight success story.
I’m coming to Union as a representative of the EWC. The EWC is one of the most respected wrestling organizations there is. Which brings me to the mission. The mission is the win the Union Championship, and make it something that everybody who walks through the door and signs a contract wants. Make it something they are willing to be away from home night after night as they chase after it. My master doesn’t deal with failure very well...therefore, it is not an option for me. There is one downside to the upcoming Lights Out, though. It’s in fucking Mexico.
Dragasha stopped speaking and took a sip of her tea.
Dragasha: Of all the beautiful places in Latin America...somebody said Mexico? Well, perhaps while I’m down there, I can get some sparring in with a real luchadore. Hell, maybe get some decent margaritas. I’ve now told you my message and my mission. The mission starts with the defeat of Devereaux on Wednesday. I’m the nightmare and the dream, Devereaux. You have no idea what I’m capable of, and therefore, it will be impossible to prepare for me. Also...you’re welcome for the main event match. It’ll be your last time being in it as long as I’m around. The clock is ticking. Time is almost up.
With that, the camera turned away and the image faded.