Patolomai

How is this show still on page one...A lot of big things happening on this show...Page 2?

Are we just trying to shorten matches or make the more realistic fair and entertaining?

No I'm saying you should be allowed to kick out of one pin attempt after the fin has been hit. If you kick out of a succesfully hit fin that was your one kick out. From there I feel that the next pin should come off of a fin or sig instead of a high impact move.

I'm just a rookie here and don't have the ring experience as the rest of you here, but I figured I'd drop my opinion. I'm a OCW fan first and for most. I watch alot of video. From a pure entertainment aspect I do see unlimited kick outs as an issue. It devalues finishers all together. If we were to instill maybe a 1x kick out rule as well as the hurt/holding self aspect would be a nice addition. I feel if you changed it to 1x kick out it would make a big diffrence. Then possibly you could remove the "high impact" move finish and just have sig/ or fin finishes after one finisher has been hit. This would eliminate the worry of short matches with your one kick out and only being able to finish of a sig or fin once your fin has been hit. I don't know if that makes sense.

Makes sense

Monster Weight Classes: Super Heavyweight For powerful individuals whose sheer pile of muscle has made them raging mountains. GRPL: 85 STR: 85 DUR: 75 TEC: 55 SUB: 65 SPD: 70 CHA: 70 Giant Weight Classes: Super Heavyweight For naturally massive individuals who excel at using their size to destroy and captivate. GRPL: 80 STR: 80 DUR: 75 TEC: 55 SUB: 65 SPD: 65 CHA: 85 Just my thoughts on these two classes. In comparing the two what I notice is the +5 +5 grapple/strike advantage far out ways a +15 charisma in the giants favor. Why not take away -5 of charisma on giant and and +5 to another category like durability or another stat? Again just an observation as I know nothing and haven't play tested anything my self.

HiHatahz

I'll take care of it Zack

Illuminati is one person Zack dont worry it's not a handicap match, although he is a member of Lotus

This edition of Riot was the perfect follow up to an amazing pay per view. Apex put in a lot of work in with RP's and developed depth to Apex which was refreshing. I believe they had content on every page if I am not mistaken. Parker momentum is continuing to build and I feel every one would love to see him at WL6. Parker's commentary was hilarious and added another wrinkle to an already great show. Smythe's RP was a nice follow up to the slow motion Rock Bottom at R2G on Sensation. Also to add to that Smythe hosting riot next week should be very entertaining and I will be expecting the unexpected that night. I know I am new here, but I've watched a lot of the archives and it was cool for me to see the emotion and reaction to the Nate Ortiz material. As far as the matches go, It was nice to see KD keep his title, seems every one feels that way and that he's worked hard for it. Parker vs. Aries and Trance vs. Smythe were two matches that I really enjoyed watching and had a nice flow in my opinion. I also liked that Cash Creed stepped up and did what had to be done. Stripping the title an suspending Hazard and Hostile was a big moment. Honestly every one on Riot contributed top notch work and I enjoyed watching it all.

You know what they say, be careful what you wish for...you just might get it.

Thanks for taking the time to review our show, I enjoy your all your segments and hope you come back with it next week. Lastly, yes those are gold fronts that Patolomai is rocking. Yes he eats all sorts of shit but he maintains that grill.

Im loving where this angle is going with Dupree and Dimsmore. You know this is going to get ugly with the female involved. Great work as always fellahs

Way to step it up Dupree, very much enjoyed your work. Good job building up some character development and history.

Alright, let's not get to crazy up in here. I never had Pato eat human flesh ever. I depicted images of Samoan cannibal history. Pato has only eaten chickens, fish and cow tongue...

My personal thoughts on Ambition and what Vimes had to say, are that of excitment to be honest. We will have ample opportunity to develope our characters, refine our skill in roleplaying,recording and on the sticks. Vimes basically gave every one of us the chance to shine and set the bar for our generation. Create our own memories and moments. A chance to make people care if we make it to riot. Why not make out mistakes on a stage of our equals. I don't know I just see a multitude of possibilities for rookies, Ambition,Riot and OCW both now and for the future.

Yeh i see that, i realized i should have waited till i was finished to post, but there has been way to much crazy shit happening.

Unfortunately no Crowe McManus trials by fire. Was looking forward to that one

Im just getting home from work and sitting down to watch Trials and Stipulations and what i have seen so far has been excellent work. Ive been surprised by a lot of the outcomes which has been nice. Vimes announcement is epic for us rooks. So far way above my expectations.

Great work I'm loving the character development, looking forward to part II

The sound of bubbles and the gentle ripple of water break the silence of the concluding commercial, but not the darkness. As light and images return to the screen, the origins of the rhythmic flow of water reveal themselves. An underwater landscape pans through the camera lens from left to right. Multicolored stones of all colors canvas the bottom of the massive aquarium. Beautiful fish of various colors of reds, oranges, and whites lazily drift in the current enjoying the serenity and safety of there surroundings. A frail voice begins to speak as the camera continues to pan the enclosure. From last weeks "Hor dourves" video piece the OCW fans and participants alike now know that voice to be none other than Robert McBride, the mind behind the rage of the Samoan behemoth Patolomai. Robert McBride: "Koi fish...the most resilient of fish..he is able to swim against the current and climb the fall according to Japanese legend." Robert McBride: "Another old man said that very same phrase not to long ago, isn't that right yamaguchi!" When the Koi reaches the top of the waterfall, it becomes a dragon(chuckles)." Robert McBride: "You must have forgotten your heritage... Domesticated Koi were originally used in your part of the world, East Asia. How quickly we forget that Koi was a food fish used by your people in the 5th century, no more than modern day carp." The camera stops focused in on two of the largest fish in the tank. With out warning two massive fists explode into the tank showering the lens with a tidal wave of water. As the distortion of the saturated lens subsides the once peaceful habitat is in shambles. The swirling water slows from the violence as few orange and white fish scales drop from above the camera frame. CRUNCH...CRUNCH The camera slowly pans up revealing the horrific images to the viewers. The sheer size Samoan mammoth massive psychic can not even be captured by the lens. Two half eaten Koi remain clutched in a death grip. The mushed contents of the fish drip from the wounds. One fish still has its head while the other the tail. The Camera slowly zooms closer and closer in on Patolomai's face. As he begins to speak scales and bits of meat spit and fall from his lips. Patolomai: MALAMALAMA Matsuda!!. MALEPE will be quick. MALIU will not. MA'ONA, is certain. The scene fades to black as the in audible words trail off in between chews of the Koi sushi. ~~~~~~~~~ Malamalama:To enlighten Malepe: To be broken Maliu:Death of Ma'ona:Satisfied from eating

{Scene opens as the sound of tires slowly rolling over sand and debris of the worn asphalt. An all black Phantom Rolls Royce can been seen aproching the curbside of the oddly familar Motel 6, home of OCW's resident behemoth Patolomai.} {The camera changes frame and begins to focus on the door of the nearly half million dollar vehicle. What takes moments feel like hours as the anticipation and curiosity builds of who are the occupents. A white gloved hand reaches into frame and pulls the door ajar. A small almost skeletal man can been seen wearing a perfectly taylored Armani suit. He must weigh no more than 95 pounds and looks almost as old. His skin is stretched and weathered from his many years. A few stringy gray hairs wave almost rythmicly with the gentle breeze. A spattering of brown and black moles add to the oddity of this man. Robert McBride, the billionaire "owner" of the Samoan mamoth.} {Mr.McBride struggles to compose him self with a feeble attempt to free him self from the depth of the leather seat. Successs evades the eldery man} Robert McBride:"Get over here you twit! Do your job befor I feed him your carcass!" {Befor Mr.McBride can even finish rolling the words off his tounge, two gloved hands hoist the eldery man from the vehicle. Gerad "The Butler":(stutters) "Sss si sir. I'm sorry sir. Please sir, I would just be an hors d'oevre!" Robert McBride: "Stop talking, stop talking stop talking! Get my things befor I loose my patience." {Gerad scurries through the car like a roach when the lights come on. He emerges with a few items. A long fur coat most likely chinchilla, a walking cane and lastly a brown paper bag rolled at the top for a handle. The paper is dark and moist from the contents. Gerard moving with a sense of fear and trepidation attends to the old mans needs, dressing him with his coat and assuring he is stable enough to walk with his cane. Robert steadies himself on the butlers shoulder as the pair make there way towards the motel. {With a shove of Mr.McBrides cane the door to the Samoan's dwelling creeks open to darkness and the smell of decay. The room is in shambels barely recognizable from the weeks prior. Massive holes pepper the walls of the small room, not a single piece of furniture or doors remains entact. The graveyard of bones looks as though it's doubled in size. Mr.McBrides frail voice breaks the silence.} Robert McBride: "Boy... It's dinner time! {The outline of a massive figure slowly begins to reveal it's self from the darkness of the kitchen door way. As the light from a few remaining burning cadles aid the viewers and vistors alike, the full horrific image of Patolomai exhibits it's self. Patolomai's demenor is much difftent then weeks past. Normaly well kept only half of his hair is braided and beaded. There is an unmistakble aura of rage permeating from the goliath. Blood smeared on his face and chest. The hands of the beast are bloodied and raw from fits of rage dispensed on the unfortunate walls and furniture of the room. Patolomai sniffs the air similar to a dog or a wolf, slaps his chest in succession left then a right befor letting out a roar the resonates for what seems like hours. Patolomai:Aiga!!! {The giant samoan storms towards Robert McBride with an outstretched dinner plate of a hand, drooling in antcipation of the the contents of the brown bag. With a quick thud Mr.McBride raps on the samoans cranium with three blows in succession. Patolomai can only stare and blink now wide eyed and some what more controlled} Robert McBride: "Silence! What have I told u about your temper boy. I brought you from that god forsaken island to make me money (raps the mammoth again). You can't be so concerend only with what your going to eat. White meat dark meat, they'll be no meat if you don't make my money boy!" (one final rap of the cane draws a trickle of blood on Patolomai's brow) Robert McBride: (Now in a kind fatherly tone, McBride caresses the massive Samoans head) "Pato, i do have good news... I'm bringing you some where just like home.. It's a island, called Hawaii. You know what else boy, I brought you an hors d'oeuver. It remindes me of your main corse... Aaron Walker. {The old man can not control his laughter oviously amused by his own comedics. The laughter turns into a cough and weez as the old man struggles with his breath. As he composes himself he begins to unroll the brown bag clutched to his side. The slender fingers still posses the dextrity needed for the task. As the old mans hand emerges from the bag there is a massive chunk of raw meat. After closer inspection the meat reveals it's orgins, a enormous cow tounge.} {Robert McBride, tosses the tounge to the ground in front of Patolomai. Within moments the devouring has began. With each bite the camera zooms closer and closer in on Patolomai's mouth. Gold teeth serrating flesh is thr last image as the camera fades to black} Samoan Translation "Aiga" Feast

{As the final frame of the 2011 Ambition promo draws to a close and the last glimpse of the unmistakeable ambition logo dims to black, a soothing calm darkness. All that remains... Silence ...Just silence...As life returns to the once lifeless box that we call a television our viewers are ironically similarly close to what just bestowed that very dear companion a few short moments ago. {As the scene opens, our panic stricken camera man struggles to keep compsure. Sweaty palms and the heart rate of a humming bird make it near impossible to steady the camera with any consistency. With each sway images cascade through the lens like a horrific slide show.The room is dark except for a few desperate rays of sunlight that peak from behind the bedsheets hung carelessly over the rooms onely window. The floor is filthy, left over food and bone fragments make walking undetected over the once tan carpet now blackend and crusted an impossible task. The tiny room is empty, no tv, lamps, or telephone for that matter. A matress lay in the middle of the room, absent the frame and box spring. As we make our way towards the back of the room we find what use to be a nightstand. A human skull, now used as a candle holder sits atop the stand as the flame of the red wax candle gasp it's last flickers of life. A magazine is spread open infront of the skull. A tattered copy of the December edition of Rise magazine opened to the "Unbeatable" Matsuda article. It's sits soggy in a pool of what looks like human salivia. Welcome to Motel 6, home to the massive Samoan mammoth Patolomai. With a crash the door to the kitchen swings open with enough force to splinter the wood around the door frame. Both the door and the cameraman fall to the ground in tandem with a thud. The silhoutte of a man too big to fit through the doorway engullfs the lens. The repetative rythm of deep huff and puff of the giants breath fogs the lens even from a distance. Cameraman:(whimpers) Jesus Christ... The full gerth of the near 500lbs Patolomai is almost unfathomable. A cloth sheet wraped around the waist covers the otherwise naked samoan. Tattoos canvas the massive body, long black braids sway from side to side with each step of the islander. Within seconds the chubby gold tooth Patolomai's drooling face is all that can fit into frame as he stands straddled over the camera man. Patolomai: Hide...Matsuda."Aso" is almost apon us!...you must remember "Aso"(Patolomai chuckles). I still rember the screams as a young boy.. My grandfather would hang your ancestors from the "Tatu Tree" and let the salty sea breeze and sun make jerky out of their leftovers.(Patolomai releases a booming deep chuckle and grin as if he has never been more ammused) Patolomai: Little spider.. You ancestors are "Aitulagi". Join them Hide... Your skull will be the first in my "Malaeopaepaeulupoo". {Patolomai profusely drools over the camera lens still huffing and puffing until all images are unrecognizable and fade to black} Samoan translations "Aso"-Kings Day "Tatu Tree"- a tree used by Samoans to dry beef "Aitulagi"- Ghost in the sky "Malaeopaepaeulupoo"-Field of stacked skulls/ Sacred ground

{As our December 12th edition of Ambition came to a close the screen retires to it's traditional dull black glow that precedes your regularly scheduled program... As seconds tick by still nothing, black..silence...with out warning all would change. The sound of what could only be described as boiling water accompanied by the horrific screams of both men and women in unimaginable pain and anguish break the silence. As the screams echo through out the viewers home, one can't help but stayed glued to the screen as grainy still frame images begin to appear from the tatterd old film reel. Human remains of every variety occupy the screen, bubbled and distorted by poor storage conditions of the film. As the clips repeats over and over new images intrude on the horrific sights. Black and white still photos of Samoan royalty and warriors adorn with tribal paint huddled around a boiling uma, a row of human remains chared still still smoldering sitting legs folded after being slow roasted for hours make the weak stomached queezy...Fianlly a deep throated voice that would rattle the most courageous souls booms through the speakers} Patolomai: "Unutoa" {The images and screams screech to a halt and the screen returns to black just as quickly as it burst to life followed by the OCW logo} Samoan translation "Uma"-Caldron "Unutoa"- To extract the human element out of the warrior

As darkness of the concluding commercial gives way to the familiar glow of your returning program, the viewers are treated to an unfamiliar scene. The usual sights of lavish cars, million dollar mansions, clothes, money and your favorite OCW superstars surrounded with their choice of women...No this is something different. {The camera panes the the landscape it appears we find our selves in one of what appears to be one of the most dilapidated Motel 6's you could ever find. Through the dimly lit room there is a bed all four legs broken and appears to have been subject to all manner of bodily fluids imaginable, the sheets strong across the ground, yellow from nights of sweaty tenants that had the unfortunate joy of calling this place home The l What makes this scene all the more bizarre is the countless number of shattered chicken bones and fragments that seem to trail to the adjacent room. As the camera follows the trail a rhythmic crunching can be heard. The echo of what appears to be bones snapping finally reveals its source. A massive silhouette almost engulfs the lens surrounded by skeletal remains of fried chicken and those yet to meet there fate. A giant man sits, back facing the camera. Long black braids secured with red and white beads hang gently over a massive canvas of a back littered with tribal tattoos. By the dark olive skin one could assume island decent. Chicken grease can be seen proudly adorn dripping down a belly that could store food for days. As the camera continues to rotate counter clock wise we are finally in front of a primeval sight. As the camera focuses in it is now more than obvious we sit in front of the behemoth Patolomai.} {Patolomai finally looks up directly at the camera for the first time, and leans back clutching a whole chicken. As each second passes, Patolomai slowly leans back and purposely grins revealing a full set of gold teeth smeared with chicken fat and grissel. Patolomai:I'm Very..Very...Hungry {Scene fades slowly to black and the OCW Ambition logo appears crunching can be heard again and trails off with the end of segment}