Pugh: …and so it came to pass.
Paul Pugh is on your TV and you better listen close Junior because this is how we do.
Pugh: OCW is broken. It needs fixing. A tiny roster of tiny people all gathered around the same campfire. Survivors. Desperately going from week to week, stumbling around in the dark. You see OCW – the heroes are gone. The heroes left the weak behind because the weak were holding us back.
Pugh waves his finger at the camera
Pugh: Now the weak snuggle together and call themselves The Family. They stand atop a mountain of mediocrity and proclaim themselves to be the Eternal Champions of… of what exactly? Of a company where progress is halted? A burning city? A company where you can no longer thrive – merely survive. The money is gone, the success is gone, the prestige… it is all gone. 10 years of it. All crumbling like sandcastles in the tide…
He smiles and cracks his knuckles.
Pugh: …and tonight? A ten year celebration. For a company that died at Wrestlution. A wake. In loving memory of Online Championship Wrestling. May she rest in peace… but can she?
Pugh shakes his head
Pugh: Can she ****. She’s having her bones rattled by a surly cult leader and his band of useless brothers. She’s having her jewels collected by the one they call Matsuda. She’s having her memory desecrated by the ghosts of jobbing past.
He clears his throat
Pugh: Jacob Trance. Let me address you first. You walk around here like you’re king of the castle and that’s absolutely fine – but tonight, I’m wrestling on the card and you better watch close because when I step into that ring you’ll hear what it means to be the greatest of a generation. Just because you’re wearing my title, doesn’t mean you’re the man… to be it, you’ve gotta beat it – and I’m still it. Matsuda…
A grin cracks Kid Ego’s face
Pugh: It’s nice that management have allowed tonight to be all about you – I get it. The crowning of whatever the hell you think you are. Well I’ll tell you what you should think you are. You’re a man who had to wait until the real predators were extinct until he made a beeline for the prey. See, before we all fell off the face off the earth, we protected and traded the World Title. We were the Alpha. You sir – you are the Beta. You are second class, you are a choker, and you have no business anywhere near the most prestigious prize in professional wrestling… and to the ghosts of wrestling’s past…
Pugh brushes his shoulders off
Pugh: You sit in your armchairs, proclaiming to be legends – telling us how OCW “ain’t as good as it used to be”.
Pugh: Well guess what? It’s a damn sight better now you’re not stinking up the joint. RD Money, Chris Baxter, Mike Morrison… Smythe DaWonder.
Pugh: Tonight, pay special attention to what a legend is. A Living Legend. Tonight, when I take to that ring, I won’t be regaling people with stories of the last decade of my career – I’ll be hanging with the dudes who still roam this place – Hell more than hanging… I’ll be stealing the show.
Pugh: See boys, when you’ve done “as much as we have”, you have every right to sit in your shitty suburban life telling people how you good you were.
Pugh: But why would you? Why wouldn’t you lace up and throw down? Why wouldn’t you step into the ring that still BELONGS TO ME? Why wouldn’t you… RD Money, prove what’s so great?
Pugh: Why wouldn’t YOU step back through those ropes out there? Why wouldn’t you go toe to toe with the most Golden of the Golden Era? The most Ambitious of the Ambition Era?
Pugh: A man who has outlived the greatest each of these eras had to offer and is still standing? There’s a marked difference between making comments to the dirtsheets and lacing up your boots and proving why you’re what you think you are… but I digress.
Pugh looks at his watch
Pugh: I’ve got to go **** up a chump. Peace.
He holds out two outstretched hands – ten fingers displayed and cockily blows a kiss right down the camera as the scene fades.
The Camera pans to OCWFED Commentators Charles Scaggs and "Big" Al Poling.
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Harsh words from the former World Champion. |
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When you've been doing it as long as he has you get the right to be bitter. |
Mugen (C) vs Matsuda vs Drago Ceaser
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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I don't believe what I just saw! |
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Woah! |
We return from an OCW Network plug to the backstage area, where we find a weary and bruised Matsuda keeping loose in the newly reclaimed Strong Style Daigaku locker room. Tonight had already proven to be a lively one for the Eternal Ex Division Champion, who had weathered a hardcore war with Cut Throat, as well as an all out brawl with the Family's Crowe and Eli.
But a faint glint in Our Villain's eye seem to hint that the night was far from over as far as he was concerned. He motions for the camera to come close.
Matsuda: Three years and eleven months ago an unknown international talent journeyed from the Land of the Rising Sun to make a name for himself amongst this countries finest talents.
Our Villain slows his movements, narrowing his focus on the camera as he continues with his story.
Matsuda: Two years ago to the day that talent won the Ex Division championship for the first time. And save for a month due to a certain arachnid's interference he has held it ever since. That talent forcefully carved his name into the fabric of this company in such a way that he would never be forgotten as none other than the BEST Ex Division wrestler to lace up a pair of boots and step foot into an OCW ring.
Matsuda: But that wasn't enough. It never is for our valiant protagonist. Ten months ago he looked to expand his kingdom, adding the Light Heavyweight Titles and Hardcore Titles to his swelling list of accomplishments in an effort to satisfy his unquenchable thirst for gold.
Matsuda: Two months ago this talent stepped into the shadows in pursuit of his biggest trophy yet. He did things he wasn't proud of to convince a land whale with a god complex of his validity, but he never lost sight of his goal. The OCW World Heavyweight Championship.
The crowd begins to stir at what the Eternal Ex Division Champion may be proposing.
Matsuda: Its finally time for him to step out of his pond and into the ocean. To prove that he is not only the best at what he does, but the best at what anyone else has ever done.
Matsuda: In my hands I hold a contract for a World Title match.
The crowd begins to go wild. Chants of "MATSUDA BOMBAYE" begin to chant throughout the arena.
Matsuda: Tonight, that talent tears down The Family brick by burning brick.
Matsuda: Tonight, he takes what is rightfully his.
Matsuda: Tonight, MATSUDA is COMING. Mother******!
Matsuda shoves the camera, which promptly goes to static as the scene fades.
The Camera pans to the announce team!
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Wait is it going to happen? We gotta get confirmation with Mr.Sensation! |
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THE TENSION! |