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As the nine year anniversary wrestling spectacular rolls on, we join the elusive EZ Cash backstage holding a microphone in one hand, and a cue card in the other.

He looks like he’s fallen on hard times jack!, wearing a raggedy suit and looking disheveled. He clears his throat as he prepares to address the camera.

EZ: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight is the nine year anniversary of this great organization, so it is only fitting that this man makes an appearance. He is the strongest, fastest, most incredibly bleached blonde professional wrestler in the entire world. He’s got the wiggle that makes all the birds giggle… he is the sequined assassin… almost perfect… the Classic… the Champion of this World… Paul Peeeeeeeee----ugggghhhhhh.

EZ Cash almost chokes on his words as he screams Pugh’s name at the top of his lungs. The camera quickly focuses on Pugh’s crotch, where an image of the World Title has been airbrushed onto his tights.

Pugh’s hands break the frame as he points the camera man up towards his face. As the frame exposes more of the World Champion, we see him wearing an Ornate Sequined Union Flag cape and the actual World Title belt over his shoulder.

Pugh: That’s right… It’s me.

Pugh spits some chewing gum into the air and catches it in his mouth. EZ Cash clears his throat to the side of the frame.

Pugh: Oh… you need paying.

He pulls a crinkled $100 bill from his tights and holds it out in front of EZ Cash who desperately grasps at it. Pugh pulls it away.


Pugh: uh-uh. Open.

EZ Cash shakes his head, an embarrassed look cuts his face, but he immediately opens his mouth. Pugh slots the bill into his mouth, and lets out a hearty million dollar laugh. EZ scuttles off into the distance as Pugh turns to the camera

Pugh: Wallowing in one’s own fear is not a healthy trait for a Champion. See tonight, I face the biggest test of my career, a test that I am forbidden from talking about fully due to the terms of a contract… See a few weeks ago Guy Fausto told me who I’m facing… but told me I’d be fired if I told anybody else – a game to entertain the psychopath. When I found out – genuine terror engulfed me… how would I win this match? I pondered for days, weeks even… until it hit me. Be a Champion.

Pugh slicks back his regrown and newly bleached hair then flicks the Pugh juice at the camera.

Pugh: When you’re a Champion… you’re Ravishing. When you’re a Champion – you’re the Ultimate One. A Warrior. You’re Perfection, you’re an Icon… you’re the unstoppable force and the immoveable object all rolled into one. The Ayatollah of World Wrestling Gold-ah. The King of the Mountain. The Chosen One.

He throws the title off his shoulder and wraps it around his waist.


Pugh: …So tonight, I don’t let the fear consume me. I consume it. Whole. Like a snake snapping its jaw to eat a goat, tonight I’m willing to snap my jaw to retain my Championship. OCW is nine years old tonight… and by the time we’re Ten Years Strong… I still fully expect to be holding this title… tonight is the birth of the age of Egomania… history in the making… and that’s the bottom line cos... well you know the rest.

Pugh spits the gum back into the air and swats it out of shot before grabbing his cape and spinning it round Macho style as we cut to commercial.

The Camera pans to OCWFED Commentators Charles Scaggs and "Big" Al Poling.

Well I guess you got to make a living somehow.

You mean its ok for Pugh to humilate EZ, but if Matsuda talks about himself he is a bad guy? I call that double standards buddy!

Up next OMG vs CERBERUS

 

 

Omar Gibbs vs. Sean McGee

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The Camera pans to the announce team!

He's done it!

That's going to send a message!

 

Down in the dark depths of the boiler room, we see the dimly lit silhouettes of the Maestro of Ultraviolence, Bedlam, and his two diminutive Droogs Igor and Stein. On this most special of shows, there were no dangling fluorescent lights or leaky pipes, quite the contrary, the boiler room was set up as a class room with Bedlam as professor, standing in front of an old dusty chalkboard which had probably been there for decades.

The screeching of chalk meeting chalkboard echoed throughout the dark, dank, room, as the words "Speech 101" are written so eloquently on the board, as if to make his message clear. Tonight would be the night the the normally muted "Little People" spoke their first words.


Bedlam: Brother sirs, after a long period of thinking all the time I have very well decided that your Beddy-weddles tAught you the most valuable lesson of all.

Bedlam: For what is a man without his voice? And you two, brother sirs, have been silent for far too long. Destined to be forever mindless grinning bulldogs, told what to do and what not to do. But I am your liberator, and your freedom begins on this most auspicious of nights!

The two droogs shake violently in anticipation with snotty noses and drooley faces. Bedlam writes down a short sentence for the duo to repeat.


Bedlam: Alright now burvs, repeat after me, "You did what?".

The Droogs stare at the board perplexed, concentrating on the short three word sentence as Bedlam repeated himself.


Bedlam: "You did what?"

The Droogs strain, veins bulging in their foreheads.

Bedlam: "You did what?"

Igor lets out a squeal

Stein: U WOT M8?

Igor: U WOT M8!

Bedlam: Hm. Not quite lets try something else.

Bedlam writes another phrase on the board.

Bedlam: "You are amusing, aren't you?"

The two strain again.

Igor: UR A CHEEKY WUN RNT U M8?

Stein snickers, Bedlam shakes his head.

Bedlam: "I fundamentally disagree with your position."

Both: SAY IT TO ME FACE M8 AND SEE WOT COMS ABOUT U CHEEKY CONT.

Bedlam shows a look of concern.

Bedlam: What have I done…

The scene fades.

The Camera pans to the announce team!

What?

Sware on me mum Charles, Ill swat you in the gabber mate.

Stacy Clark:"I'm standing by backstage with The King of OCW, Cody Storm. Cody, you are about to head out in front of a sold out crowd for a match that is being billed as two men vying to be the future of OCW and quite possibly the next #1 contender to the OCW World Championship. Literally, your opponent is the holder of the Future Investment case. What are your thoughts on this match?"

Cody just shakes his head, his long locks hiding his expression from the audience. He pushes them out of his face and the crowd is greeted by a large grin.

Cody Storm: "I think it's asinine! What we have here is thedifference between talent and luck. I went through a four stage tournament,beat out Jookie, this knockout-wonder Mugen, and a man that was trying to endmore than just my career in Jacob Trance. Dimsmore was tossed into a laddermatch on a whim, didn't even have to qualify for it like others have had to inthe past. It doesn't take a whole lot of skill to climb a ladder and take acase off of a hook."

Cody Storm: "But that's good, isn't it Dimsmore? Because you don'thave much skill to speak of. You fight off anger. Anger is what has made youmildly successful. LSD didn't have that hate fueling him like Dimsmore does,and that's why LSD wasn't anything to even be conscious of. But your anger canonly carry you so far, and that's just not quite far enough to beat me."

Stacy Clark: "Those are very strong words Mr. Storm."

Cody Storm: "As far as I'm concerned, Dimsmore is nothing but one of those retards running around with line skipping passes at Disney World. He's trying to jump me for the World title,and it's just not going to happen."

???: "O….M…..G!!!!”

As the piercing voice of one Lacy Love is heard off in the distance, the first couple of OMG enter the scene. Dimsmore,in street clothes and with his trademark towel over his head, will not take his eyes off of Cody Storm. Lacy, who is scantily clad as usual, is obnoxiously chewing her gum and twirling the end of her hair.

Lacy:
“Well if isn’t Mr. Emo himself.

Stacy Clark: Ladies and gentlemen, OMG members Lacy Love and the Future Investment Winner Dimsmore.

Chorus of boos from the live audience.


Lacy: Correction Miss Stacy. That’s Mr. Future Investment. And someone else here was a so-called Future Investment winner. But I can’t remember who?? (Mock thinking for a second. Then pointing towards Cody) Oh yeah, it was you Cody. But I can’t remember what happen with your title shot.

Cody gives a slight chuckle but is not amused.

Lacy:
Waita minute, it’s all coming back to me. You were thrown in the dumpster before getting the chance to cash in. And rightfully so. But what I'm sensing here is not luck versus skill. I’m sensing jealousy. The fact that you had to work (very sarcastic) soooooooooo harddddd to get what is your second potential title opportunity. While Myyyyy Dimmy was thrown into a FI match with only hours to prepare. And completely dominated 3 OCW superstars to win. You wish you were half the man Dimsmore is.

Cody Storm: It's actually my third potential title shot opportunity, I accrue them like you do STD's.

Appalled by Cody’s comment, Lacy hauls off and slaps Cody across the face. Lacy begins to laugh as Cody slowly turns his face back to look at Lacy. Cody begins to raise his hand to Lacy. She quickly ducks behind Dimsmore. Dimsmore slowly approaches Cody and stands about 6 inches from his face.

Dimsmore: I suggest you put that hand down before we have our match here and now.

Cody Storm: Contrary to the lies your glorified sex doll seems to be filling your head with, you couldn't take me on your best day, so I suggest you not try to rush the beating you have coming to you.

Dimsmore simply laughs this off.

Dimsmore:
Bottom line Cody is I’m where you once were. I’m where you want to be. And I’m going to Invest in something that you have wet dreams about. And that’s the OCW World Championship.

Dimsmore steps to Cody and they are nose to nose now.

Dimsmore:
O…

Dimsmore: …… M…..

Dimsmore: …. G!!!

Cody Storm: I don't like you, and as far as I'm concerned I'm going to get to that grand prize long before you ever will. But let me offer you some advice gleamed from experience: that case is only as good as what you're holding after it leaves your possession, and after tonight that may just amount to nothing for you.

With that Storm shoulders past Dimsmore to head back to his locker room and the camera pans away from the scene.

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