OCWFED.com Presents Riot

Just before Riot can go off the air we cut backstage to Jim Black who is chasing Paul Pugh down a corridor. Pugh is travelling at some pace as he tries to escape the din of the arena and all that has just transpired within. Generic emo metal can be heard in the background as Pugh stops by a monitor. He looks at the LCD, pensive, thoughtful – before taking a huge breath in. Black catches him and offers him a pat on the shoulder, to which Pugh nods his head.

Black: Paul how do you feel about…

Pugh: I don’t know how I feel Jim… honestly. How am I supposed to feel? I sell myself as the greatest wrestler on the face of the planet and I go out there and lose to that… not only lose, but have the worst match of my career Jim. How do you think I feel?

Black shrugs his shoulders as Pugh’s emotion begins to spill out

Pugh: Jim. I don’t know anything other than going out there every night and proving that I’m the best. Jim, that title was the proof of that… the culmination of two full years of busting my hump every night. EVERY NIGHT. WITHOUT FAIL. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT JIM.

Pugh is shouting at this point as Jim Black recoils a little

Pugh: …and what do I get? I get entered into a match with Dully Blanchard. A man who for the last four years has pissed opportunity after opportunity up the wall. A dude who has no business in the Main Event. A man who can’t lace my boots...

Pugh shoves the monitor of showing Cody Storm waving about the World Title belt off its stand

Pugh: …and why? Because our acting CEO thinks it’s a good idea? You know what? I’d say I’m done, but that’s far from the truth. Frustrated? Sure am Jim. See I’ve let this whole roster down. I’ve failed the C4 movement – I’ve allowed mediocrity, not only to seep into the place that we fought so hard to keep it from, but I’ve turned over the title to it. Surrendered. All the years of hard work. All the previous Champions. Everybody who ever worked to make that title so prestigious. I’ve failed them. I’ve failed every person on the OCW roster and I’ve failed every fan in every seat out there tonight.

Pugh shakes his head and unhooks the two straps on his singlet, so that his chest is clearly visible. He doesn’t seem out of breath, he just seems furious.

Pugh: So where do I go from here? Do I chase him? Knowing in my heart of hearts that ultimately every single bit of hard work, every move I sell, every line I feed him will be wasted on a poor Champion? Or do I focus on doing what I do best? Do I put all my efforts into upstaging the World Champion every single week Jim? Hell, every DAMN NIGHT. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT? Jim, you know me well enough to know that this isn’t over. We’ve fought too damn hard for too damn long to allow somebody as lacklustre as him to walk around here with the most prestigious prize in wrestling… so this goes one of two ways.

Pugh looks into the camera, still fuming, he runs his hand down his face, across his mouth and down his chin.

Pugh: You buck up your ideas, you take the bull by the horns and you deliver every single night. You prove everybody in this locker room wrong, you turn whatever shit you’re handed into gold just like I’ve been doing for months and others have been doing for years. Or you risk creating a tier above the World Championship. A tier of people who DO constantly deliver, and DO constantly turn shit into gold. People who genuinely deserve to be in the position that you’ve been gifted. People who’ve worked hard for years and got nothing… and don’t you ever think that they… we. That we will ever quit working. Ever quit stealing the show, because that’s what we do. C4, OMG, anyone else who’s ever busted their ass- we will never stop doing that. We are the people who built this company and we’re never going away. Match us, or forever be the dude who dropped the ball. Thanks Jim. Its been real. See you next week.

Pugh shakes Jim Black’s hand as he walks out of shot, flicking a quick \m/ at the camera. The camera follows Pugh down the hallway into the distance as he slides down his kneepads, despondently shaking his head as Riot goes off the air.

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