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Here comes Senior Cow Legs with a sob story about how he's done. NO BALLS. Did I just get disrespected by a man who took 5 years to win the big one? Did you seriously put me n the same list as Ryder, Trevor AND slimy cunt face? I hope Mayhem takes that belt and holds it for another year so I can unflake, come back and taste the salty tears on your face. Did I just read a Jacob Trance promo? Is...is the world really coming to an end this year?
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But you! You already knew that...HA HA!
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Why is this such a big deal? Hazard has comeback. So what? Everything in the comeback and everything that proceeds it is reversible. I think you guys are nagging for the sake of nagging now. He's a face, and was considered an underdog before he got das boot. If those aren't good reasons to use a comeback ability, I don't know what is. On top of that...why are you wasting time even talking about this? What about Aiden Ryan? That guy has a fantastic looking CAW, and can put on a great match. In the DM's I played with him, he performed very well, and I'm glad to see it carried over. I know he looks like Hostile a bit, but at least he doesn't complain as much. How about Michael Hollywood? Kind of looks like Dupree used to, but he puts on good matches as well. His RP skills are fantastic, and he's willing to always learn more. Tanner Shelton is another one. Good looking CAW, with a great color scheme. I didn't really like the match he was in however. Katinzo with too many fucking running moves and strong strikes. I hope that's not what EX matches become. I understand how hard it is to hit a chain, but at least try. SURELY I'm disappointed in the lack of other rookies. Paul Anthony, Nixon White, and Adam Rictor. These guys seemed pretty active two weeks ago, and all of a sudden dropped off the face of the earth. I think Parker was right. Dane paid these guys to leave OCW, and be his friend for an hour. THIS IS BULLSHIT.
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We need to make history again. At least ONE title should be on the line.
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<3 -------- you in der Tibby
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Keep me out of dis. Da fuck. Can't a guy have more than one hobby? Y u hatin'?
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I was playing WoW. :( Sorry DIMSMORE! I'M SORRY!
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Kinda hard when Dims has a life, and when Riot's on break. Not his fault, nor mine though. Maybe next time.
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The camera fades in to a beautiful, evening city backdrop; and the city? New York City, New York. Four days have passed since the illustrious eight year anniversary of OCW. The area around the world renowned Madison Square Garden is still saturated with post-show décor. Billboards, fan signs, and even the LED display panels around the arena are still lit up with remnants of the historic show. Panning around the arena parking lot, which was almost completely empty; it picks up on someone standing next to a black, metallic trash bin. The man reaches inside, as the camera zooms in to try and get a better look at who it is, and what he’s pulling out of the trash. The camera gets a view of the man’s face, revealing it to be former OCW World Heavyweight Champion, Aries. He pulls out a poorly designed fan sign, and wipes the trash and disgusting residue from the face of the sign. Aries smiles, as the camera gets in closer. The sign has a poorly drawn goat on it with “Aries” above it, and the acronym “G.O.A.T.” below it. Aries folds the large sign in half vertically, and places it in the back of his jeans. Getting closer, the camera man let’s out a shout. Camera Man – Hey Aries! Aries turns his head, and notices an OCW camera man making his way towards him. He smirks, and meets the camera man half way. Camera Man – Hey man! How’s it going?! Haven’t seen you since the show! Aries lowers his head before speaking. Aries – I’ve just been thinking. Not saying much else; making the camera man feel a bit awkward. Camera Man – So…what are you doing out here? Aries - Just reminiscing I suppose. And again he leaves the camera man feeling awkward for even starting a conversation with him. Before the camera man can try and continue, the song “Flash” by Queen can be heard very loudly. Aries pulls out his cell phone, as the backstage jabs of the newly crowned Heavyweight Champion, Parker Stevens rings through the camera man’s head. Aries answers the phone. Aries – Hello? Unable to distinguish who the voice on the other end is; the camera man continues to try and listen in. Aries – Yeah, I can be there. Wot time? Aries – You want me to go there now? Do you know how far it is?! Aries – FINE! See you in a bit then. Aries hangs up, and looks towards the camera man. Aries - …wot? Camera Man – Well…it’s just…I’m done here. Do you think you can give me a ride…? Kind of came here in a taxi as the C.E.O. of the company doesn’t believe in company cars. He says “company cars are for stupid white people.” Aries laugh, and knows what the camera man is saying is true. Aries – Sounds like Sensation alright. Alright then. Follow me. My car is just over here. Aries turns around, and makes haste towards his car, as the camera man follows. Pulling the keys out of his pocket, Aries turns off his car alarm. The camera still in, shows Aries’ car. It’s an old, red, 1968 Chevrolet Impala. He turns towards the camera man before entering the vehicle. Aries – No cameras in the car. The camera man politely obliges, and turns the camera off for the time being. They fade to black. About 48 minutes later, however, the camera turns back on. Aries and the camera man are standing outside a bar in West 28th Street known as “The Eagle”. The camera man turns to Aries nervously, and goes to ask him… Camera Man – Aries…you do know this is a … Aries - …a very nice place. I wish bars back in Scotland were this nice. Camera Man – No, it’s… Aries -Shut up. Let’s go inside. A friend’s waiting. Unable to get this little tidbit of important information out, the camera man pans side to side, picking very important facts that Aries seems to be missing. There was erotic dance music and men wearing leather and chains. It was in fact a gay bar, but Aries seemed to be oblivious to the fact. Both men walked up to the entrance of the bar, and were greeted by a very flamboyant bouncer. He stopped them in their tracks. Gay Bouncer – Hooooooooold on. There are absolutely NO cameras allowed, so please…off. The camera man accommodates with the bouncer in fear of being strapped to an ironing board, and sexually tortured, turns off his camera. He allows Aries and the camera man inside, but unbeknownst to the bouncer, and Aries, the camera is still on. They make it inside to a parade of homosexual men, dancing in leather, and assless chaps. Aries – Hm…something’s wrong here. Camera Man – Dude, it’s a ga…. Aries – I don’t see my friend. Still ignorant to the facts, Aries scans the room for the person he’s meeting. Finally, Aries let’s out an “Aha!” and walks over to the bar. The camera picks up the person who Aries is meeting, but you can’t quite see his face. The man has blonde hair, and is drinking a nice Appletini. The camera man can be heard gasping, and begins to blurt out the man’s name. Camera Man – You’re…! Aries – There you are! ??? – Stephen! The man gets up rather effeminately, and embraces Aries. The entire time, the camera man is asking himself…”is this really happening..?” The man sits back down, and picks his Appletini up for another sip. ??? – Please, Stephen. Have a seat! Aries takes a seat on one of the bar stools, and orders up a whiskey on the rocks. Aries – So…what’s up? Why did you call me so late to meet you in a bar? ??? – We need to talk. The man puts down his Appletini rather seriously, and looks over at Aries. He grabs Aries’ hands, and looks in his eyes. The camera man tries to pick up the man’s face, but still no luck. ??? – I watched the 8 Year Anniversary show, Stephen. What happened? Before answering, Aries drink arrives. He takes his hand out of the strange individual’s, and downs the whiskey in one shot. Aries – What do you mean? Aries puts down the glass. ??? – You know what I mean Stephen. That was NOOOOOT you out there. That wasn’t the “Aries” I know. Aries – Just a bad night I suppose…like I had when I fought you. ??? – No! That was not “just a bad night”! What is happening in that head of yours? Aries pauses after ordering another whiskey. Aries – I don’t know. You know…I used to consider myself a lion. King of the jungle…except in this sense…king of the hard wood jungle. The pharaoh, the Kaiser, the sultan, the grand f***in’ POOBAH of the squared circle. ??? – And? What happened? Aries – I don’t know! I was going to go out there and show these young cubs that this old lion still has it. That I’m still the king I once was…but I couldn’t get the job done. I couldn’t get my prey. I couldn’t feed myself, nor my cubs. I smelled Dimsmore’s blood, but...I just couldn’t finish him off. Aries’ whiskey arrives, but the man takes it away from Aries’ grasp. ??? – Listen to me. When we fought all those years ago…you were going through the same thing. You lost to me…horribly, and in doing so, it made you a better person. Aries – Are you saying I have to lose to you again? ??? – Of course not! I’m saying you need to get back to your roots. You need to go back to before you got infatuated with being a “G.O.A.T.” Before you won that World Title. You need to go back to being hungry again. Aries - …and how do I do that? ??? – Let me train you! I can make you better than you ever were. More charismatic, more interesting…no longer a King, BUT THE QUEEN! Aries – Did you… ??? – Shush Stephen! You see that over there?! The camera man pans over to where the strange man is pointing, and it appears to be a karaoke machine. ??? – Go over there, and sing. LET IT ALL OUT STEPHEN! Aries – You’re kidding right? ??? – You want to get back on top you silly bottom? Get your tushie over there, and sing! Aries - ….AHHHHHA! You’re a funny guy! ??? – I’M NOT JOKING STEPHEN! GO! THIS IS YOUR FIRST LESSON! I will make this experience very loose butthole for you if you don’t go! Aries, petrified of what loose butthole even meant, got up off of his stool, and made his way towards the karaoke area. He got up to the machine, and picked up the microphone. The man walked up to the karaoke machine himself, and picked out a song for the reluctant Aries. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUe-W2kqdbE&feature=my_liked_videos&list=LLYXwACLdBDcuxJJuoq5QJsA (OCC: Ignore lack of stache.) Aries skips over to the bar rather flamboyantly, and leans against the man. Aries – THAT WAS F***IN’ INVIGORATING! OH MAN! ??? – See! What did I tell you? Before Aries can say anymore, a very gay man walks up behind him, and pinches his ass. Aries jumps up, as the man winks at him. He looks back at his friend, and whisper… Aries – I think he’s gay….. The strange man laughs, as does the camera man. The camera man finally picks the camera up a bit more, but Aries blocks the view. Aries goes to pick up his whiskey, but has second thoughts… Aries – You know…BARTENDER! GIVE ME A DAMN APPLETINI! Aries slams the bar, as the bouncer walks up to the camera man. Bouncer – I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NO CAMERAS!!! Camera Man – Aww shi… The bouncer lifts up the camera man, and begins dragging him out of the bar. Before he leaves the, a straw tilts to the side of the man’s Appletini glass, and a familiar noise is heard…. SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!!!!!
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Ahhh fuck it. Throw my name in the hat.
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Fuck you darkness!!! Fuck you!
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I'll tell you what. Give me one good reason Parker hasn't been champ at least once. ONE REASON! It's obvious Jay. You despise this man not because he says your calves look like a jar of peanut butter. Not because he says that your dinky is the size of a small child's, but because this man is of the Caucasian race. You and your cheddar cheese tits disgust me.
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Parker is further proof that Jay holds down the white man.
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Very well written sir.
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Just what OCW needs; To show the rooks how cheesy our boss is!
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What's wrong with you? You forgot to thank Chris Ryder. HE IS THE LIFEBLOOD OF OCW! I looked to my left and right, and I see nothing but despair and loneliness. http://images.wikia.com/happywheels/images/2/23/Okay-meme.jpg
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Speak louder son. I can't hear you with the balls in your mouth.
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Triple book? He shouldn't be in the chamber in the first place! No offense, he's a good everything, but he already has two straps. Have him defend both on this show. Let him prove he's a strong champ. Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult?
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First whites, then the black people? What the fuck is wrong with you? Hispanics are not the master race.
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Yes you did. Now give this man his title shot, Jay. Stop being a fucking racist. Who cares if Pugh gets double booked. Scumbag shouldn't have won two titles in the first place! DOUBLE DUTY! DOUBLE DUTY!
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Who are you again? Oh right, King Irrelevance. Welcome back, and thanks for bringing your mediocrity with you "champ". And don't worry Park...I'll make sure I'm on every single show this year. Me and my glorious mustache.
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Lengthy? No. Absolutely fantastic? Damn straight. My last reign was one of the most exciting title reigns in OCW since I can even remember. I was on the biggest roll of my career, and it was only 2 months. If I can make the title matter again in two months...think what I can do in a year. For you...it doesn't matter if you've held a belt for as long as Spoon, or Mayhem. A year...two years. You can be the longest reigning champion all you want, but until you make OCW a place that doesn't make me feel drowsy everytime I come here, I really don't care. When have I ever ran away from K.D? You must be smoking from the same hashish pipe as Our Hero, because I would never run from ANY fight. I fought Mayhem three times in a row only to be defeated by the super omega monster splash dive driver. I'm not a coward, by any means. Give me a break. You're only on top because I'm ALLOWING you to be on top. Unlike The Steve...I don't need three chances to snatch that belt from those tiny grubby paws that you call hands. After the 8 year anniversary show...just give me one chance. One SHOT to make you matter. One opportunity to give you the best match, best rivalry, and the best damn ending to a title reign any champ could ask for, because that's all I need.
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Here we go with the irrelevant matters. The ATTIRE is completely original. Sewn out of lamb skin and children's tears. The ones that cried when they noticed that your title reign is as boring as a Trevor McManus promo. You have all these people eating out of the palm of your hand. The likes of K.D. and that crying vagina we call a boss, and I wouldn't get too excited with them as fans. That's like getting a golden star from a kid with Down Syndrome. You mock my tattoos, and my oil? How dare you. These tattoos ARE original. Just because they stretch across my manchest. How DARE you. HOW DARE YOU take the Smythe approach. You have nothing else to say, so you attack a person's looks or moveset. How about you? Look at you with those Bedazzler fire designs on your tights. That horrible Fabio haircut. Then you have the nerve to mock my oil lathered body? For your information, IT'S NOT OIL. I wash my body with lavender, and teals in the shower. So what you're saying is that...I'm essentially a fun place to be? I loved the carnival when I was a kid...didn't you? All the elephants, and Ferris Wheels. How could you NOT enjoy a carnival? But...wouldn't you much rather be a carnival, than a DMV? Because that's what you're like Dupree. You wait hours on end...sometimes in a chair, sometimes in a long line of Generic Jim's, just for something to happen. Then a new number is called...and you get excited. MAYBE IT'S MY NUMBER! But it's not. It's the jackass sitting next to you with a nose ring, and a faux hawk. So you keep...waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Just like your title reign. I'm sitting here...waiting, and waiting, and waiting...for something to HAPPEN. Something to make me say MAYBE Dupree ISN'T the snooze of the town, but it just doesn't HAPPEN. You put me to sleep faster than an entire bottle of Nyquil. As for Dimsmore...I'll deal with him at the 8 year anniversary show. When I'm done putting that creep in his place, I'll put you back into yours. Right back into the midcarder hell status you SHOULD be in.
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