Aries

Cody's mom is a MILF.

You see, there's a big line between insulting someone and giving constructive criticism. Everyone has a right to an opinion. Everyone. If you don't like someone's work, then fine. That's your right as an individual enjoying their time on a website dedicated to their hobby. However, if you think you can HELP someone better perfect their hobby, then throwing in an insult isn't going to help. It won't be considered constructive criticism. It's the same with expressing an opinion that you and some others may share. You can express it, but the moment you throw in a jab or an insult, your point/opinion/criticism WILL be ignored. It's human nature. Everyone does it. Especially if it's an opinion about someone that has a shroud of negativity about them. You're biased. Because Leon is always talked about in a negative manner, you express your opinion and points aggressively. If you were offering some advice to someone you're constantly around, you would seem a little less aggressive. By constantly taking jabs at Leon, he's not going to see your points. It's the same with Cody. By saying "I don't like you", he's not going to give a shit about people who offer him solid storyline advice. Acknowledging an insult over a criticism is always going to happen between people who aren't friends or even acquaintances. Everyone, subconsciously or not, will always notice the bad before they even realize the good in what you're saying. If I said to Jay in a serious manner: "Jay...your storyline isn't good. You came back looking like Nick Fury after a year of being away, and it makes no sense. Your character kind of fell off after your work with Leon, and I haven't really cared about him since. I think the Sensation character could really use some sort of reboot or gimmick change. Or you could just flake on your website again." What do you think Jay is going to notice? I mean, it's Jay, so he won't really give a shit about anyone's opinions because he thinks he's God's gift to Wordpad. But if he was a consistently active character, I think he would take offense to that. I offered him an idea, but then took an immediate jab at him at the end. It would turn into an argument. It would be the exact same if he said something like that to me. Point is, if you want Leon to focus on the focal points of your argument, then you shouldn't throw in an insult. Whether you like someone or not, constructive criticism should always remain impartial. Especially if it's for the betterment of a shared interest.

#Sudaheart

I hear when the clock turns midnight, you can still see the ghostly outline where Jacob Trance's balls used to be.

I think just about everyone on this site except the Jew and Jizzballheart are suffering from a severe case of narcissism. Possibly autism. EDIT: Scratch that. Jizzball is definitely an autistic child.

...duh? If Pugh isn't shitting on you, you're doing something wrong.

What can you do when Valmont changes his mood faster than a girl on her menstrual cycle? What can you do when Ryder wants to go and work with referees? What can you do when Jamie, at that time, was Jamie? He was just happy to be along for the ride. Apex was going to fail. MY MOMMA TAUGHT US TO RESPECT EACH OTHER. MY MOMMA TAUGHT US THAT FOOLS NEVER PROSPER. MY MOMMA TAUGHT US THAT WORKING WITH FOOLS IS A ROAD YOU SHOULDN'T TRAVEL DOWN. MY MOMMA TAUGHT US THAT CHRIS RYDER ONLY CARES ABOUT HIMSELF. MY MOMMA TAUGHT US THAT APEX WOULD HAVE BEEN A GREAT IDEA HAD I CHOSEN TWO BETTER STABLEMATES. MY MOMMA. MY. MOMMA.

I'm a Lamborghini? Well, maybe if you're referring to the sheen of a new Lamborghini, then yes. I do shine quite well.

Very mid-cardish. You still haven't broken the glass ceiling. You're always close, but you never manage to break-through. It's enjoyable work, but go further with it. Don't just talk like Jim Jones and Charles Manson. BE Jim Jones and Charles Manson. I would say "but scale it back a little bit". But considering Suda set someone on fire, and Jay performed a re-imagining of "The Passion of the Christ" on air...anything can happen. I agree. I think the impact would have been greater than just two guys from "the other place". I'm still interested to see where it goes though. Personally, I would have liked to see an invasion of sorts. Have the guys from "TNA" join up under false rookie names, compete for a while, and then during Cody's reveal, the two rookies being played by Wheeler and the D get revealed. You could have even made it so that OCW gets scared as more and more rookies reveal to be members of the other place. Unsure who to trust. Unsure where to turn. It could have made for a great story with a little more planning.

Whoa. Whoa. Are you describing the infamous 'Lution shoot promo cut by "The Insiders"? I can't blame them for that kind of promo. Most people do it. I do wish they were around before the reveal. It would have made it matter more. They could have joined under different aliases, woo'd OCW into thinking they were good rookies, and then BOOM! Reveal means more.

Isn't Sid Harrison supposed to be American? So shouldn't it be GAS instead of PETROL? Damn boy. Learn Murica.

Cody you still look like Leonheart McManus Jr. I can smell the uncharismatic aura that encompasses you. Get rid of it. If you continue to have this blasphemous aura surround you, you will go the way of the fabled "Jacob Trance Main Event Push". The Artist Formerly Known as Aries takes great offense to your comments Jay. The Artist Formerly Known as Aries is entertaining no matter who he faces off with. The Artist Formerly Known as Aries could come back for one night and wrestle a broomstick, Danny Williams testicles and a vertically challenged RuPaul impersonator, and STILL put on the metaphorical barn burner. The Artist Formerly Known as Aries is your GOAT. The Artist Formerly Known as Aries decrees as long as you are not anywhere near his matches, the match will be a surefire SUCCESS. The Artist Formerly Known as Aries... OUT!

I'm here!

If this was TEW, "Cody Storm does not get subtle gimmicks."

Love the attire change, but please go back to that shitty leather jacket. You looked more like a bad ass. Now you look like Leon got a sex change and fucked Trevor McManus. Good GOD man.

I realize I'm a bit tardy to the party, but I haven't really had the free time to type this up. I don't really understand the flak (is it flack? Flak? What the fuck is it? Apparently "flak" is an exploding shell shot at an enemy aircraft, so we'll use that.) I don't understand the exploding shells that Cody has been receiving lately. I guess I've been out of the loop for a while now (since like 2012?), but what I'm seeing is a bit unnecessary. I understand why Minio has a bit of a beef with Cody. He was shot down in one of Cody's reviews and yadda yadda. It was wrong of Cody, because Bobby is a fantastic writer. He may not be great at the game, but that's what's great about OCW. You don't NEED to be amazing at the game to get far. This place is built on this age old argument. Competitiveness versus storytelling. In OCW, I don't think you can have one without the other. The competitive nature comes from the fact that you're playing an actual game to "SOMETIMES" progress story development. I mean, I think if you just made this place about the story, it wouldn't be as fun. I think it would be twice as much work. You'd have to make the matches story oriented and you'd have to call spots. It would be a mess, and this game SUCKS. That certainly wouldn't make it easier. The competitive aspect of OCW is what makes this place special. Because you're playing a terrible game, you have to rely on the people involved in the match to make it as watchable as possible, and that requires a certain amount of "thirst". Putting on a good match always comes first. No doubt, but you still should have a drive to win. Back to Cody...I don't think squashes are the way to go. When I was actually good at the game; I would offer a redo or a re-shoot. I don't like squashing people. There were a few instances where winning was all I wanted and didn't really care about a good showing. The second time I won KOOCW and absolutely demolished Tri....Shaun Mulligan? Trevor McManus! There ya go! Anyway...I really wanted to win. I'm not going to lie, the "thirst" was thriving. I'll be the first to admit, my feuds/stories sucked. I can't recall a time I had a good feud. My thing was that I was good at the game. I could write if I wasn't being a lazy ass, but all in all...my skill at the game got me to where I was and my ability to always put on a good match. Also...beating Mayhem. I really wanted to do that, so I played that match like a -insert relevant analogy here-. Cody to me, is the same. Maybe that's not a likable trait in OCW anymore, but you shouldn't put the guy down. A few of you put in great work. A few of you put on great matches. A few of you do both. Cody is great at the game, and that's his thing. He shouldn't NEED to be a great writer to be considered a top tier player. Chris Mania is a prime example. Granted he wasn't World Champ, he still had a long ass title reign just stomping ass. Until Leon came along. Fuck that guy. I think that Cody is the far less imposing Brock Lesnar of OCW. He has the skill to kick ANYONE'S ass. He can put on squash matches or he can put on all out, drag 'em out brawl classics. Look at Brock...he doesn't talk at all. He's essentially a mute. Useless on the mic. Cody isn't useless. He's a decent writer, but I don't think that's what his strength is. In my opinion, Cody's BEST feuds are going to come from the best writers. Tobin, Trance, Dupree, Pugh, Matsuda, Patolomai. Cody is the guy that's going to beat your dick off (reference intended) with BOTH hands. He doesn't need to come out in a suit and tie. He doesn't need to be a coward or a cocky asshole. He just has to be himself. If that bores you, fine, but you shouldn't put the man down. He's here for the same reason the rest of you are. To have fun enjoying a hobby that he has a passion for. It makes me sad reading things like "no one will work with you". You guys are a relatively small roster now. You should be working with one another. Not against each other. The only thing I want Cody to fix is his look. He looks so generic and like EVERYONE else. Stop looking so Hollywood. Look like a fucking bad ass. Look like you're going to come to that ring, and shove your boot in down someone's face. Don't look like you're going to cry if you break a nail. Hell, ask Suda to help. Do you see that man's attires? He's the God damn Michelangelo of efedding, and his attire is the Sistine Chapel, but instead of all of that religious portraiture; it's beautiful, naked, big tittied women giving an alien a blow job while Bill Nye finger pops Megan Fox's asshole. In the end, Cody isn't going to succeed if you guys don't want him to, and that shouldn't be how this place is. I get it. You only want to work with people who are reliable, and in honesty...Cody hasn't proven himself to be a reliable person. He had two opportunities at the World Title. Future Investment and he won the KOOCW. Gone after winning both (though to be fair; I don't think the KOOCW debacle was his fault. I could be wrong!) But...you can't really be reliable if you're not given the chance by your peers. You say Cody hasn't had an interesting feud since he's been here? Well "no one wants to work with you" might sum that up. Give Cody an interesting feud, and I'm sure you'll get 100% out of him. With a roster size of 12/15ish...you guys should really just focus on having a good time and helping others have that same good time. As everyone keeps saying: "this is a hobby, not a job". Well, prove it. If it's a hobby for you, then you should make it feel like a hobby for others. You shouldn't make someone a black sheep because they aren't after the same goal as you. That's unfair to the person trying to simply enjoy their hobby. I mean, there are some people like Dane that you just can't seem to LIKE, but...I don't think Cody is anywhere near that. Anyway, whether you guys like me or not; I really think you should combine your efforts to make this place more memorable than it already is. Make this Lution something. Whether Cody is champ by that time remains to be seen, but give him a chance. I sound like a single mother with two children. I am so fucking gay. Good show, anyway. Congratulations Cody, and good work rookies. Bobby, you're a great writer and it's only a matter of time before the game isn't shitty anymore. I guarantee once this piece of shit we call a video game becomes better, you'll be a top dog. Trance...you'll never be top dog. I gave up hope long ago. I think KD will make it to the top way before you do. (Sorry for flaking, KD.) Take it easy, OCW.

Fuck off back to the midcard.

What the fuck? Is this like some sort of alternate fucking universe where Jacob Trance is a voice of reason? It's like the reverse of Superman and Bizarro Superman. COME ON SON!

OCW's acting C.E.O is dyslexic. GG.

But...it's Movemeber :(

After that beating Cody gave me; I doubt you'll have much to worry about.

Since everyone wants a title shot; I have but one question. I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALMOST TWO YEARS FOR MY REMATCH CLAUSE TO KICK IN. WHERE IS IT?

Are you... You motherfu... That's it. I've had it with these motherfuckin' shots on this motherfuckin' site. Freddie > Jaysin. Freddie invented FPR. KSM 4 LIFE. XEROX, XEROX, XEROX, XEROX, XEROX

Does the same reasoning apply to your charisma? #gotlucky

Clunk, clunk, clunk. The metallic cacophony of numerous men lunking and grunting weights is thick in the air at the local Golds Gym in Grand Rapids, Michigan. However, today it has a special in the shape of OCW Hall of Famer, and advisor to Sid Harrison, Aries. The former world champion is sitting at the edge of a bench near the free weight section performing bicep curls with a 30kg dumbbell, right handed of course. He finishes his set, and rises, returning the dumbbell to the rack, taking care not to drop it or cause too much noise. He takes a deep breath before heading across to a drinking fountain, pushing the button and lowering his head to drink. SLAP. He jolts upright, someone stupid having smacked him in the back. With a face like thunder he turns to confront his would be aggressor only to encounter the smiling face of his best friend, Jacob Trance. Jacob Trance: “You’d think a wily veteran like yourself would know better than to leave his back open man.” Aries chuckles and shakes his head. Jacob Trance: “Should have said you were coming down without the kid, we could have worked out together just like in the old days when we were competing in old warehouses for that guy… What’s his name… The one that got sent to Guantanamo bay, anyway, that’s old news, but seriously, no offence, that kid is a bit of a see you next Tuesday.” Aries: “Did you even have to remind me of our former employer? I donated money to terrorism, God damn it! I thought that the portion of my paycheck was going to a good cause too. Did you know that he’s out now? He’s seeking “investors”. Idiot. And ease up on the kid. He’s young. He has a lot of potential. Unfortunately; I think he’s just spent too much time lifting weights rather than lifting books.” Jacob winks and raises his left arm above his head and reaching down his back, stretching out the tricep. Jacob Trance: “I’m pretty sure they said that about me, eh? You training the next Jacob Trance to finally beat you old timer?” Aries: You sure it wasn’t the other way around, chunky? I recall me beating you on several occasions. Hell, even when you had Brandon and that other one...what was his name? Hazmat? Hazrat?” Jacob coughs; “Hazard.” Aries: “Yeah, that’s what I said.” Jacob Trance: “So, how are you feeling after your beating of biblical proportions?” Aries scowls, before retorting. Aries: “Says the guy that got beat worse than the Cubs.” It’s now Jacobs turn to scowl, his hands falling to his hips. Jacob Trance: “That’s just low.” Aries: “Just like their spot in the Wo…” Jacob interrupts with a loud, obnoxious groan. Aries: “Right, right… I’ll stop. So, I see you’re in a gym, flapping your gums, are you on the treadmill for a couple of minutes or should I ask the question...” Jacob looks bemused. Jacob Trance: “Question?” Aries: “Do…” Jacob Trance: “Don’t you do it…” Aries: “You…” Jacob Trance: “Aries…” Aries: “Even…” Jacob groans. Jacob Trance: “Stephen… Please… Stop.” Aries: “Lift… BRO?!” Jacob smashes the palm of his hand against his face. Aries: “What’s wrong, Jacob? Cheese burger got your tongue? Come on. Sit your cellulite ass on that bench. I’ll spot you. You’re going to learn today., because punching yourself in the face is improper form.” Jacob Trance: “Oh? Am I going to learn to be as cool as you? Are you going to teach me how to quote internet fads, Stephen? Please tell me you’re going to teach me how to get my cat to wear a slice of white bread over it’s skull!” Aries: “Such anger. Wow. So mad.” Jacob growls and Aries buckles with laughter before punching Trance on the arm, heading towards the free weight Area once more, taking a barbell from the rack this time around, resting it on the bench, locking it in place before returning the the rack of weights and loading it up. Roughly 300lbs are stacked up on there, and Jacob stands, slack jawed. Aries: “Well… It’s not going to lift itself…” Jacob Trance: “Can I not, and say I did?” Aries: “Nope, a cameras been following us the entire time.” Jacob Trance: “What… No way!” Jacob turns, and stares right at the camera crew, a blank expression on his face. Jacob Trance: “Oh man how didn’t I see them! I mean, they blend in so well with the crowd!” Aries: “Just shut up and bench already.” With a sigh, the North American champion sprawls on the bench and lifts the weight off the rack with the aid of Aries before beginning his set, all the while Aries shouts, surely, inspirational and not in anyway distracting slogans. Aries: “COME ON! YOU CAN’T HIT THE TARGET IF YOU DON’T SHOOT!” Jacob Trance: “WHAT?!” Aries: “YOU CARRIED CODY THROUGH A FEUD! SURELY THAT WEIGHS MORE THAN THIS MEASLY 300LBS!” Jacob Trance: “THIS ISN’T HELPING! AND DIDN’T YOU CARRY HIM TO A COMPOUNDING VICTORY?!” Jacobs grip wobbles. Aries: “I THINK I LEFT THE OVEN ON AT HOME!” Jacob Trance: “WHY?!" Jacob Trance: “IS THIS HAPPENING?!” Aries: “Is this real life? Or is this just fantasy…” Jacob Trance: “YOU’RE NOT FREDDIE MERCURY!” Aries: “Easy come, easy go, you’d be champ if you weren’t such a wide load.” Jacob Trance: “YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY!” Jacob gives in and slams the weight onto the bar and wipes the sweat from his forehead as Aries walks off in fits of laughter, Jacob closes his eyes as he attempts to slow his heart rate down. Aries: “Good enough for someone who looks like he smells like french fries.” Jacob Trance: “I never got the fat jokes. I mean...am I REALLY that fat? Aries: “Compared to a wrecking ball….” Jacob Trance: “Don’t you even dare!” Aries: “I cam--” Jacob Trance: “NO! Just… Just stop, go to the shower or something, jeez! Wanna get something to eat after?” Aries: “Sure. I could go for some seafood, honestly.” Aries throws a freshly folded “just happened to be there” towel around his neck and pats his old time friend on the shoulder. Aries: “Get up, tons of fun. The shower isn’t going to come to you!” Jacob, trying to catch his breath some more, shoos Aries away. With a ridiculous hyena like laugh, Aries walks towards the showers, leaving Trance to compose himself. He picks up the towel placed beside him by Aries, and wipes the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. Jacob inhales deeply and looks up towards the ceiling. He prepares to get up from the bench, but begins to hear footsteps in the distance. Jacob Trance: “Are you done already?! For once, someone didn’t get lost in Narnia whilst showering.” Jacob shakes his head and lets out a slight chuckle. Just as he rises from his feet, a swift left hook lands on Jacob’s jaw. He falls back onto the bench, dazed and confused. The camera pans over to the right, revealing none other than K. D’Angelo. K.D. throws another punch, but this time a right hand. His punches land incessantly on Trance’s face, not allowing him any room to react. Trance slumps over the bench and KD notices the bar still resting in the rack. He lifts it with ease and sets it down in front of Jacob, standing it upright. Quickly, he moves behind and reaches over with his left hand, gripping the top end, then through Jacobs legs he slides his right arm, grasping the bar. In a monstrous show of strength he proceeds to black rack press both the 300lb weight and Trance all at once. Once up right he pulls the bar down onto Jacob who begins screaming in pain as his lungs are slowly but surely being crushed. His shrieks of pain bring Aries running out of the shower, wearing a pair of shorts and flip flops. Aries: “What the… KD!” At this, KD drops the weights first, and Trance second, turning to glower at Aries. WIth a little smirk he looks down at this prey, and then back to the former World Champion before walking away without another word, leaving Aries to tend to his friend.