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|Posted by Chris Douglas on December 2, 2014 at 8:00 PM||comments (0)|
Most commonly Thursday, I'll be writing a promo in which I have a nice big shindig in which I celebrate my World Title win. I highly doubt the promo will be the party, but more like after the party when everyone's saying goodbye and all that jazz. If you would like to make an appearance in my promo, ya know, inbox me. Even if we're enemies (IC, of course) why not, come. I'll find some kind of way to keep kayfabe in the promo.
|Posted by Parker on December 2, 2014 at 6:10 PM||comments (4)|
Hey OBW, as we all know, unfortunately Jacob won't be the General Manager of Execution for much longer which is a great shame, he always somehow manages to come up with the right ideas and his writing range is a lot better than anyone else's on the site (I mean no offense to anyone else). I've been approached and asked to take over the role, and be the GM for Execution.Although it would be an honor to write for all of you once again I find myself struggling to find an answer for many reasons. I'm in a great place right now I feel, storyline wise and character wise. In almost 3 years of being a member of OBW I've never found myself to be this happy.
Another reason, is that I don't feel as though you guys would be too pleased with the idea, it's always gone around that I'm supposed to be this biased dictator who only cares for himself, which isn't true. I've only ever wanted what was best for OBW. I'm straying off topic, I get told a lot that people here still don't like me, some of them I know, others try to hide it. I wouldn't want to do it unless you were okay with it, whatever happens with the position, the only thing that matters is that you are all happy. Happy to read Execution, happy to work with the GM.
I just want to know what you guys think. Should I do it? I don't want anyone to hide their opinions, nobody will get mad. Just be honest and help out the site.
|Posted by Marshall Cage on December 1, 2014 at 10:50 PM||comments (10)|
The world around you just changes.... What happens when your dreams come true? You feel.... Fulfilled. You feel.... On top of the world. You feel like you could do whatever you want to! I was signed! Which isn't even the biggest news! I beat Omega Ruby tonight! I now get to be on top of the world when I catch Mega Rayquaza! Nothing could go wrong! Well.... Might as well share my thoughts on the recent Pay Per View on OBW, shall I? We saw a new Champ, Chris Douglas. We saw a new number one contender be crowned for the Hardcore title. We saw a great match for the Main Event! Everything tonight was amazing! But not as amazing as what will come. Not as amazing as when the world will witness the Spectacular Contest Spectacle in the ring! When they see me Flying on everyone, and just Biting through my path, they'll wish my Nature wasn't Adamant. They'll be wishing that I never got signed to Storm! They'll fear the day that Marshall Cage put on the boxing gloves like Hitmonchan! But until then.... Deoxys needs caught..... As does Mega Rayquaza..... I'm here to kick ass and play Pokemon! But there's still more Pokemon to be played. Marshall Out.
|Posted by Nicole Bates on December 1, 2014 at 9:25 PM||comments (3)|
Nicole bates is in her hotel room. a man walks in her room
Man: Alright Nicole you ready for your debut
Nicole:Yes,dad I got everything I need.
Nicole’s Dad: Now remember you're representing a family of champion.
Nicole: I know and remember that every time I’m time in the ring.
Nicole’s Dad: Alright see you later and don’t be a stranger.
Nicole Hugs her dad as he start to walk out. Nicole go out to the balcony of her apartment.
Nicole: now time for me to go on my on and kick some slutty ass.
The camera start to fade to black with her staring to the sky.
|Posted by Jacob Meggido on November 30, 2014 at 5:35 PM||comments (2)|
Ladies and gentlemen, i just want to get these two announcements out of the way quickly, so as not to keep you from your daily lives too long.
1. Last Man Standing MIGHT not be up until tomorrow. Didn't want to get swamped with questions on it, so ill explain breifly here: Real life, man. I'll take most of the blame here, as i have been super busy with work and trying to get stuff lined up for college. Ayden had a few issues of her own (personal, and i will not describe them as you dont NEED to know unless she wants to tell you all her life.) It WILL be posted tomorrow, and hopefully earlier in the day EST (Its 545 pm as I am typing this now. I would like to think the show will be posted NO LATER than 6 tomorrow evening.)
now, onto the next topic.
2. For awhile I have been overworking myself. Its physically draining. Mentally exhausting. Hell, emotionally its just awful. That is why I am asking for people to step up. By the end of december (So like a new years gift?) I want to be replaced as GM. I've been trying to get it done behind the scenes for a bit now, but it just wasnt easily doable. So I am asking ANY AND ALL interested bodies to shoot a message to ME. VELVET. AND AYDEN (a group message. not three seperate ones...) and tell us that you're interested. That way we can figure out how we will go about choosing who will take my place.
Thats all for tonight guys, again, sorry about the pay per view, but it WILL be up tomorrow.
|Posted by Jeff Jenson on November 29, 2014 at 6:10 PM||comments (13)|
Caylen Slade has been injured at a house show in Tampa, Florida during a match with James Parker. Slade was trying to perform a Suplex to the outside but slipped and "busted his knee badly." What that means exactly is unknown. Slade was supposed to be the main event for the OBW Championship against M-Star, Nikolai Sinclair and TGB in a last man standing elemination match. How OBW will alter the match in not currently known.
|Posted by Jessica Rati on November 28, 2014 at 7:35 PM||comments (17)|
Hello there. I'm OBW's sexiest Vixen, Jessica Rati, and I'm here to remind you that it's that time of year again. The day that you get up before the sun does after only a few hours of sleep. The day that you spend hours of your day off work fighting crowds of people that are just as crazy as you. The day that you stand in an endless line for a simple toy that your bratty little kids screamed out for after they saw it on a commercial while watching their favorite cartoons one Saturday morning. That's right, it's the dreaded Black Friday. You just spent yesterday stuffing your face with fattening foods until you had to unbutton your pants to let your fat guy hang out for a little relief, then followed that up by sitting your bloated asses on the couch to watch football all night. But today all of you mothers and fathers go all out for your children, and all with no reward in the end. No, even though it was YOU that lost sleep, YOU that had to walk a mile across a crowded parking lot in the cold, YOU that got elbowed in the ribs by a little old lady reaching for the same toy you were, it's not YOU that gets that recognition on December 25th. NO...NO...NO! They all think that little toy that they'll be tired of in only a matter of weeks came from an old obese man wish rosy red cheeks called Santa Clause. But that doesn't matter to you does it? No you just enjoy seeing those cute little faces light up with joy once they rip the paper from those presents under the colorful tree. Now I want you to stop to think for a second. What about you? You parents tend to neglect yourselves on this shopping day, but why? You worked hard this year in order to afford all of those presents so why should you not spoil yourselves a little as well. That should be the case and can change this year. Today I'm here to announce the opening for my new line of lingerie called.....
It is the perfect present that will make all of you mothers more desirable as well as give you fathers a visual that you will surly lust for. I should know. After all I am named after the Goddess of Love, and love is exactly what you'll feel when you discover.....
It looks like you parents will be unwrapping one more present AFTER the kids go to bed Christmas night. This is just a taste of what spice and excitement Rati's Desire will bring to the bedroom.
Remember ladies, you won't look as good as me, but you'll look better than you do now.
Don't forget to check out our line of accessories as well.
TODAY ONLY, 25% OFF ALL ITEAMS!!!!
|Posted by "THE" Richard Purcell on November 26, 2014 at 5:25 PM||comments (3)|
The camera turns on(crap quality, I might add) as a man, heavily panting, sprints down a hall towards a room. He reaches the room, opening the door. Richard Purcell is watching the latest Storm, DVR recorded. He turns, sets down the glass of alcohol he was sipping on, and stands, turning off the television as he does.
Richard: You're late. I told you to be punctual. No matter. We can still get this done.
Richard fixes his tie, which is a bit askew, and buttons two buttons on his suit jacket. He clears his throat.
Richard: I'm assuming you started recording already? Amateur. I told Gerry to hire some actual talent. He's slipping. Looks like he might be cut loose after all. Look. Here's how it's going to go down. I cut this, I pay you the measly amount you asked for, then you post this on whatever shit service you have. Got it?
Cameraman: Yes, I got it.
Richard: Good. Now. I can't help but notice that I've gone yet another week without an appearance. Unbelievable. Just insane. They must really be pushing the envelope here. I don't mean to push it, but seriously, they must be blind if they can't see my potential. Then again, my potential hasn't been visually expressed as of yet. But the point is, it CAN'T be visually expressed if I'm not on a show! Do you see the paradox here?!
Richard picks up the glass, downs the rest of the alcohol, and sets it back down with a quizzical look on his face.
Richard: Fucking Gerry. Definitely not the best brand. Actually, like most people here. I am like a fine wine. I am not something that is going to be looked down upon. I am the greatest material there is, you see! I could bring a show up or down, depending on my mood that week. I don't want you all to 'kiss my ass', as was mentioned. Because I don't want, I receive. You see, I can't even fathom why I wouldn't have been given a match yet. I'm here! I exist, as all of you MUST know. If I didn't exist, it would be a terrible tragedy that would rock the world, I'm sure. I won't disappoint, if you just put me in a damn match already. You're missing out, I promise. I'm not just some rookie who will nearly disappear after maybe one good match. I AM RICHARD PURCELL. And I'm here because I know I can reach the top.
Richard turns and turns the TV back on, right back to Storm. He turns back around.
Richard: Well? Can't you see that's all I had to say? Oh- Right, your payment.
Richard stands and walks over. The cameraman holds out his hand, expecting something, when Richard hands him fifty dollars.
Cameraman: Our deal was for two hundred...
Richard: Ah, but, you were late. LATE. I am not paying the full amount if you're late, you imbecile. You're lucky you're getting anything. You know what- Here.
Richard takes the fifty, and hands the cameraman twenty five back.
Richard: For being a whiny little bitch.
Richard smiles and claps the cameraman on the shoulder. The cameraman sighs, exasperated, and turns to leave as the camera drops and is shut off.
|Posted by Martin Drawback on November 26, 2014 at 1:45 PM||comments (4)|
Martin is in his hotel room , holding his neck after Storm 154
Martin: Since arriving I done some good, some bad and some stupid things.When I came here people thought I was the personification of power, in my first week I beat Chris Falcon in a dominating debut, the next week I put a guy who no one remember named Kamsy Strong in a hospital bed all to impress Chad.
Martin makes his way to balcony of his hotel room.
Martin: Storm 140 the night two careers shifted momentum with Jack beating me and rising up to the star he is now and me,going down to where winning at house shows was the only way to get a match on Storm. Then Ryan Tesla offers me a spot Velocity but I didn’t know that they needed me to compete in the Tag Division with Essa and that plan didn’t work because of Ryan selling himself to ROP.
Martin heads back into his room and grabs his coat and luggage bag and starts to walk out
Martin: now I’m back to fighting and clawing for a match. There are some people in the back that say I need to stop trying the kiss up to them.
Martin leaves his hotel room and is approached by a woman with a shy little kid wearing a Martin Drawback hat holding her hand.
Woman:Excuse me,my son is a big fan of your and would like an autograph.
Martin: Sure, why not.
Martin gets down to one knee
Martin: Hey what is your name
The little kid leaves his mother hand walks up.
Jimmy: My name is Jimmy and I’m a big fan.
Martin: Well I can see that but I have nothing to sign but I can give you this. I was gonna reveal it next week on storm but you can have it.
Martin takes out a new Martin Drawback T-Shirt from his luggage and hands it to Jimmy
Martin: Here you go Jimmy. See you later.
Jimmy takes the T-Shirt
Jimmy: Thank you.
Martin high fives Jimmy and walks away. from them
Martin:You wonder why I don’t turn on these fans because I would rather be a liked nobody then a hated somebody.
Martin walks away as the camera fades to black.
OOC: If you guys can tell how it was from my other promo
PS what do think of the T-Shirt Design
|Posted by Paulo Romano on November 26, 2014 at 7:55 AM||comments (2)|
It's an empty road on a Midwest area - sand is blowing with the wind, lizards crawl at the asphalt, the sun is at his peak. Suddenly, you can hear a motorbike engine at the distance...
Cut to the bike, your typical American chopper, black with chromed details at the body and muffler. The biker is a man, wearing black leather jacket, blue worn-out jeans and a helmet - yellow with blue and green stripes. You can hear his voice, sounding like an inner monologue…
- You know, I’ve been in the road for some time, since I was 16… I wandered through this whole country… but I never found something to stick for… something to fight for…
The bike stops at a nearby old gas station. The biker, with his helmet still on, fuels up his "baby", as he calls his bike.
- But, then… I saw it… and something snapped on my mind…
The biker sees a folder on the dirt. The folder was ripped and worn out, but a certain logo could be seen… OBW – Online Brutal Wrestling.
- I have finally found something… to fight for… Now, I know where I must go…
The bike meets the road once again. It’s engine sound slowly fades away, while the folder falls on the hot tarmac.
- The Hard Rock Kid… is going… to the eye… of the STORM!
Cut to black...