OOC Championship Thread

[Marcus Welsh]

This is a thread designed specifically for those who wish to challenge for the OOC Championship

I'll let Zybala reply to this message with the rules

[zybala]

If you can make a post on these boards, you're eligible to win the title. If people want to join in the shenanigans all they have to do is drop a rp in the specialized OOC Title board that Will has made. I will read and rate the rps and make the segments for 24/7 and Massacre throughout the week. Something goofy and different. Also a way to give everyone on the roster a Title reign of some form and a way to have fun with plotting out surprise attacks. Use it to further storylines or just say "fuck that guy" if you want to steal the title.

There is no word limit or minimum for the rps. Basically if you drop an rp, you'll win the title at some point. However, the best rp will usually win the title back. I know it's not serious, but please no "I am Groot" style rps. That's a good way to get buried, maybe literally.

[Kelson Hewitt]

"Ya know... sometimes... sometimes I miss my hair. ALL of my hair."

We fade in from black to a gathering of men. Men with no hair on their head whatsoever. Some are older, some are younger. Some are sipping on coffee, trying to quench their thirst and stay awake for the meeting, while others are intently listening, staring at the speaker with open ears.

"Sometimes when I'm in the bathroom, I feel my head. My smooth, shiny head. Don't get me wrong... it feels nice. It feels... liberating, to feel the front of it. But honestly? I feel so naked without all of my hair. Some of you may miss the feeling of your curls, or hell, maybe at one time or another, you may have rocked a mohawk."

A small chuckle travels from man to man, a few of them feeling their hairless scalpes for comfort. The man speaking was of average height, looking a little bit on the pudgy side, with a receeding hairline that ends at his ears. Across from him sat the group's leader, the man who created Bald Is Beautiful, Baldwin DeMarcus.

"May I add something?"

The man who was speaking before looked at him and nodded. This man was a newcomer, a newbie who'd been coming around the group for about a month. In his hand rested a soda, which he sipped casually as Baldwin's eyes were glued to him.

"You mention this feeling to be a moment of weakness... yet... you still have hair on your head. How is it that you can even begin to understand our pain? To understand our struggle? To understand the hate and neglect we feel from those with hair?"

"But... you have hair on your face?"

Baldwin stood up.

"Are you calling me a hypocrite?"

"I-"

The newcomer scoffed, looking around for support.

"C'mon guy, let's just relax, lemme finish up my point. Can't I have hair and an opinon?"

Baldwin took a step forward, grabbing the hair-having man by the collar of his shirt.

"I'm finishing YOU!"

With the strength of a gorilla, Baldwin stood up the newcomer, making him drop his soda, and tossing him into the center of the circle! He stood up, but a HUGE HEADBUTT from Baldwin was enough to seal the deal on the poser! The poser was laid out, and quickly, the supporters, Baldwin's followers, grabbed him and dragged him out of the room, leaving Baldwin in the middle of the circle with nothing but empty chairs, as he turns his head to the camera, with his bald head reflecting the light off of his skull.

"What you saw right there... was just an example of what I, Baldwin Alexander Leroy DeMarcus has had to deal with for years. Left and right, people have mocked me, called me names, and disrespected who I am because I lack what they have; hair. Locks of blonde, black, or brown have been my mortal enemy since I was just a boy... yet now? Now that I've achieved something, becoming a professional wrestler, creating the most important support group that trumps AA or NA by a MILE... the same people who have mocked me, tried to impersonate me... yet at the end of the day, they all fail."

Baldwin scoffs with a soft chuckle.

"Now, I stand before you HIPPIES with your long bangs, your layered hair, your dreadlocks, and your stupid fade cuts. How does it feel to be so insecure about yourself as a human being, that you feel the need to change your appereance for approval from others? How does it feel knowing that your temporary solution will never fix your permanent problem of being disgusting to look at? It must be hard... it must be hard to know that what you all have made fun of me for for YEARS, is what makes me better then you! Bald is Beautiful is MORE then just a fancy name for a group, it is the FOUNDATION and DEFINITION of what the word beauty is all about! I don't have to worry about a barber, I don't have to worry about what I look like, because I wake up every day and feel good when I look in the mirror. Look at my name for Christ's sake, I was born B.A.L.D., I was DESTINED to be B.A.L.D., and God damn it, I'm PROUD to be B.A.L.D.!"

A small tinkle of light hits Baldwin's cranium, sound effect included.

"But do you know what would make me feel even better? That would be to be the OOC Champion. A championship deserves a man willing to hold it with prestige, respect, and dignity, and nothing says dignity more then a clean shaven head. As my scalp shines bright, that title shines brighter, and I plan on making my FUTURE brighter by capturing it and defending it from these hair having wannabe champions! I will make history as the first ever BALD champion to hold this title, and by God, I'll make sure no one beats me for it! I'll influence a generation to turn to my side, as they take a pair of clippers and SHAVE their head! Men, women, children, hell, even your pets, will ALL be bald by the time I'm done with this championship. After that? Maybe I'll finally give Outcast the hair cut he's been needing, and win the OCW Championship! When you're bald, ANYTHING is possible!"

The confident Baldwin's laugh is heard, before the light fades out slowly, with his head shining brightly, before the video package fades out completely.

[Lord Allton]

We cut backstage where Frankie Larossia, Vincenzo Larossia, Tank and Lord Allton are sitting around a table in the A-List locker room.

Vincenzo: I’m tellin’ ya, Boss I could beat that bald bastard’s ass.

Allton: You are already facing off with him soon, in a tag team match with Tank.

Vincenzo: True, but how good would it be that we hold the OOC title before that match?

Allton: Fine. Go. Go and find him.

Vincenzo then smirks, patting his boss on the back and he then leaves the room.

[theverybest]

: We go somewhere else backstage to see the wannabe Pokemon trainer Soot Losem! He is holding a pokeball in his hand as he sneaks around through the halls. :


Losem: All I have to do is find that B.A.L.D. Machoke and not only will I have finally won a championship but also get a rare Pokemon! Screw that Allton and his Omega X title, I'm gonna be the O.O.C. champion! I'm gonna be the very best, like my hero, Red!


: Losem continues his hunt as we cut to someone who is considerably more important. :

[Lord Allton]

Allton appears behind Soot Losem.

Allton: Mr. Losem! You are aware that I don't hold the Omega X title anymore?

Allton smirks

[B.A.L.D.]

The beautiful, bald head of B.A.L.D. now bears a bandage over it after Massacre, as his B.I.B. brotherhood follow him as he rushes past multiple doors in the backstage arena.

"Where is he?! Where is that son of a BITCH!"

B.A.L.D. went through hell, beating up Mobster Lobster in dominating fashion.

"I swear, I'm going to pluck out every single hair on that piece of shit! First, his head, then, his big stupid fuckin' eyebrows, then, THEN, THEN!-"

Finally, B.A.L.D. finds himself in the hall, seeing Lord Alton and Soot Lostem, and points a mighty finger at these two HAIRED HOOLIGANS!

"I'M GONNA TWIST EVERY SINGLE PUBE UNTIL HIS SACK LOOKS LIKE THE BACK OF A HILL BILLY'S BIG, STUPID FUCKIN' NECK! YOU HEAR ME?! NO ONE DOES THIS TO ME! NO ONE!"

The fattest member of B.I.B. frowns, looking down as his triple chin pokes out. A fellow fattie pats him on the back, feeling his pain. Their hunger pales in comparison to B.A.L.D.'s hunger for the OOC Title.

[Lord Allton]

Lord Allton looks at BALD dumbfounded.

Allton: I'm sorry?  Who are you again?

Allton pauses and clicks his fingers in realisation.

Allton: Ah! That's right. You're the BALD fellow..... uh..... BALD! Congratulations on beating the lobster.

[theverybest]

: Soot starts slowly backing away. :

Soot: I'd like to point out that I'm not affiliated with him or his tall buddy who took your title.

[TLS]

Michael Bolton's " I wanna know what love is", is playing in the background as the midday stripper moms hit the stage. Clearly the ladies aren't flexible and agile as the girls in the prime time slot, but the people in here don't mind one bit. TLS sits alone in a corner booth away from the stage drinking an Arnold Palmer. He pulls out a piece of paper and writes "YOU ARE A LOSER". He then folds the paper and places it in an envelope. The envelope is addressed to a one Mike Zybala.

[Gilbert]

Gilbert is seen leaving the office of Lord Allton with renewed purpose in his eyes.  If he beats Whisper Mendoza at Dystopia 23, then he gets that mean CJ O'Donnell on an Equality in the future.  (He's also a bit shellshocked at the prospect of facing Mark Storm at the next Massacre).  

Gilbert: Fiddlesticks.

Gilbert then looks around to check that no-one heard that swear word.  He would be  in so much trouble with his mom and **gasp** what would Alice think of him having such a motormouth?  Well it wasn't time to dwell on such matters because Zeus walks by with the OOC title draped over his shoulder.

Zeus: Sup Gilbert?

Gilbert waves at Zeus and then eyes the title over Zeus's shoulder.

Gilbert: I SHOULD BE CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!

Zeus walks away past Gilbert but turns around when he hears a scream behind him.  Gilbert yanks the OOC title from Zeus and smashes it into his skull.

[Crazy Chris]

Crazy Chris is shown wondering in the hallway headed towards the locker room. He sees someone with a championship belt running past him, shouting victory all the way down the hallway. Chris watches as the man with the title turns the corner. Suddenly the door opens, and Dan pops into view.

Crazy Chris: What the fuck was that all about?

Dangerous Dan: I have no idea. Shits gotten weird around here since we were last here.

Crazy Chris: Da Fuck?

Dan wraps his arm around his brother's shoulder as Chris steps into the doorway.

Dangerous Dan: Right?

The door closes as we fade out.

[Tony the Spider]

If you people only knew.

[TLS]

Mar 1, 2022 19:13:33 GMT -5 TLS said:

Michael Bolton's " I wanna know what love is playing in the background as the midday stripper moms hit the stage. Clearly the ladies aren't flexible and agile as the girls in the prime time slot, but the people in here don't mind one bit. TLS sits alone in a corner booth away from the stage drinking an Arnold Palmer. He pulls out a piece of paper and writes "YOU ARE A LOSER". He then folds the paper and places it in an envelope. The envelope is addressed to a one Mike Zybala.

Looking back at this now. This is canon to the formation storyline of TMZ.

[Crash Rodriguez]

Apr 6, 2022 20:58:10 GMT -5 Tony the Spider said:

If you people only knew.

tell us