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The synthesizer starts up on the loud speakers, the flames light up the video panels and two-thirds of Cerberus, Leonheart and Cody Storm, come walking out onto the ramp holding microphones. Leon's as stoic as ever Cody's lagging behind a little bit singing along with the song and dance walking his way to the ring. Many of those in audience promptly cover their ears. The duo climb into the ring with grins on their faces after last week.
Jacob settles in the ring, smiling a little at the mixed reaction from the crowd and the monumental success of the evening before. He gets a microphone and walks towards the camera side of the ring.
Jacob Trance: "How you guys doing!" A few cheers can be picked up amongst the boos, he nods to himself. Jacob Trance: "Not bad... Not bad... How about this side?" He turns heading away from the camera, receiving more cheers than boo's. Jacob Trance: "Alright, alright... That's nice. What about the two left?" Jacob spreads his arms and points to each side receiving a monolith of views, causing him to wince mockingly and laugh. Jacob Trance: "Well then... I guess we're not quite there just yet..." Jacob coughs and hangs his North American title up in the corner before backing off, admiring it for a few moments. Then, he begins to speak. Jacob Trance: "So... I done it... I beat Sean McGee... And what do you know, another guy I've beaten has a guarenteed shot at the big gold... But I won't complain too much, he won a match I've lost twice, future investment... Then... Someone couldn't let him have his moment." The crowd boo a little, having not liked Cerberus' actions. Jacob Trance: "I know, right? Jewberus just had to return..." A small 'Jewberus' chant breaks out in section 34B and Trance gives them a thumbs up. Jacob Trance: "Thank god somebody likes me, but here's the thing... It's like a bad smell that just won't go away. I am of course talking about Leonheart, and his best buddy Corny Storm. And... I'm sorry for doing this but my god I need the cheap pops so I'm going to make a Jew joke and a homosexual slur, but here's the deal maker, it's going to be one joke... So..." Trance clears his throat and smacks his chest, preparinghimself. Jacob Trance: "Here goes..." Jacob Trance: "So, how do you circumcise a man with no personality?" Jacob pauses, giving the crowd time to wait for the punch line. Jacob Trance: "Punch Leon in the back of the head." Trance chuckles at his own joke, although others do laugh in the audience. Jacob Trance: "Now to carry on the verbal attack, and I apologise to the guys in the truck because this is going to be full of beeps. I'm a shortened term of Richard, that is to say I'm a *bleep* I'm a crass, arrogant, *bleep.* Cerberus, well, they're cats, you know, *bleep*s. And Leonheart is an ass*bleep.*" Jacob pauses, laughing to himself as if trying to work it out if continuing with his blatant plaguirism is worth his job. Jacob Trance: "And I've sure you've seen the movie and know how it goes, but this isn't about Cody Storm and it sure isn't about Leonheart. I want to talk about McGee." Trance walks towards the camera, a more serious tone being adopted. Jacob Trance: "I beat you fair, and I beat you square. Then, I faced you like a man and tried to shake your hand, only for you to slap it away like some petulant child. Afterwards, you then ran your mouth like I'm a nobody, like I've accomplished nothing. There's actually only two people left in this industry for me to beat..." Jacob shakes his head. Jacob Trance: "Be a man Buff! I know you're back there, I know you're full of self loathing, but overcome it... Because at Summercide, it's you and me, one more time. Your rematch, you earned it by defending your belt and I'll be damned if I allow people to disrespect me!" Jacob collects his North American title. Jacob Trance: "Buffness versus Trancezilla Part 2: Big Trouble in Little Toyko! Let's do this." Trance drops the microphone as "Unsettling Differences" hits and he departs up the ramp to a spattering of cheers. ---------------------------------------------------------- The scene fades in on the OCW Locker Room, superstars all around. The camera pans around and focuses on Justin Raze, the man getting ready for his Table Match tonight. Raze appears to be searching through his locker, trying to find something particular.
Raze: I know I left it here some where....dammit, where is it! ???: Looking for that win that you lost last week? Raze closes his locker door and finds Sid Harrison standing on the other side, looking full of himself as usual. Raze: It's not all about the wins Harrison, besides, you may have picked up the win right at the end of the match because luckily for you I lost my focus for a minute, but everyone that saw that match watched me beat you like rookie you are for 99% of that match. Harrison: Doesn't matter, I beat you! I showed everyone that I am better than you! I showed them that I am the be... Raze: The best? You seriously think that your the best? Sid...your not s%$t compared to some of the people on this roster. Raze: Have you won the TV Title? What about the NA Title? The Hardcore Title, The Ex-Division Title, and last but not least probably the most important title..The OCW Championship Title? Stop me at anytime when you have won one of these Sid. Harrison begins to look agitated at Raze's remarks. Raze: See, my point exactly. Yeah you beat me last week, but you still have a lot to do before you can say your best. Raze: You haven't faced Cody Storm, Sean McGee, Dimsmore, Tiberius Dupree, Matsuda, Mugen, Matsumoto, Tobin Frost, Mez Murdock, Omar Gibbs. Hell have you even spoken or seen Paul Pugh, our new champion? Raze: You still got a long way to go before you can utter those words, as do I but everyone has to start some where and I need to start making my way to the ring. Harrison looks at a boiling point as Raze steps by him and moves to the entrance of the locker room. Raze: Glad we had this talk Sidney! Camera zooms in on Harrison, looking as if he might murder someone...
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*May not be a match Justin Raze vs Jookie Marley
----------------------------------------------------------------------- As we continue the escapades of Tibby and Roofus inside OCW Headquarters, they finally reach their destination. A secretary at a desk who seems to be multi tasking her multi tasking, talking on the phone, typing with her right hand and writing with her left. She raises up a finger to single for Tibby and Roofus to wait a second, Tibby of course isn't very patient.
Dupree: Bring him out here now! Tibby then ovary kicks a stack of folders on the desk and begins mumbling about his precious. The secretary still doesn't get off the phone as she responds to his actions. Secretary: Was that really called for? Who the hell are you and what do you want? Dupree: What do you mean who am I...Seriously? You work for OCW and you don't know who I am...somebody better tell this vagabond who I am! Tibby looks over at Roofus who seems to be admire the Nate Ortiz posters on the walls. Tibby gives Roofus a elbow signaling his interruption. Roofus: Oh...sorry mistah. This is forma two time OCW Internationel Champeen, forma two time OCW World Champeen, true Son of Sensation and All tenant Submissionthis, da Musta King of Betterness, Tiverius Dupee! Dupree does his vintage cartwheel then pose, the secretary rolls her eyes and continues working. This makes Tibby irate, as he replies by slamming the screen of her laptop then rips the phone from her hand and tosses it across the room nearly decapitating Roofus. Dupree: You know exactly why I'm here, where is NATHAN! Just then a door swings open a couple feet from the secretary desk, and there stands the OCW Hall of Famer himself Nate Ortiz. Nate: What are you doing here! Dupree: You come to my job, my home away from home, harrass me... cost me my precious, make my life a living hell. And you got the nerve to ask why I'm here?! Nate: The only one you have to blame for losing the OCW Championship is yourself. All I did was do my job and give the fans what they deserve and that was a clean championship match. I didn't knock you on your ass Pugh did. Fact of the matter is you got your ass beat Tiberius, and all you need to do is take a look in the mirror so see who you should be yelling at. Secretary: Do you want me to call security sir? Nate: No Sarah I can handle this on my own. We see Roofus drooling at the site of Nate outside of an OCW arena, his hands seem to be shaking as well. Dupree: You better call security, you better call the FBI, the CIA, the National Guard, the NCAACP, Oprah, and freaking Aqua Man. And even they couldn't stop what I'm about to do to you! Nate: Is that right! Nate takes a step towards Tibby, who in turn takes two step backwards. Dupree: That's right, I'mma show you what Pure Betterness is... Again Nate takes a step forward, Tibby takes three steps back. Nate: You think because I'm wearing a suit and tie I won't hurt you... Nate takes two steps forward, Tibby back peddles nearly knocking over a standing plant. Dupree: You will do no such thing, my Betterness reigns supreme! Nate does take anymore steps and just grills the former champ as Tibby continues to move backwards more rapidly. Dupree: Your the reason we have a hermaphrodite as World Champion, I hope your proud of yourself! Nate: Says the former, want to look like AJ Phoenix, sorry excuse for an OCW Champion. I am proud of the man who holds the belt now, hell at one time I was proud of you. When you had that belt the first time I was proud to see you as champion. You brought honor to that belt. The same honor that myself and many of the other greats to hold that title. But this second time around you were no better than some of the other fools who ended up with the championship. You know the ones that we'd all rather forget even had the honor to hold that belt. Nate: You were going to disgrace that belt on the biggest night in the history of Riot. The OCW Championship represents the best that this company has to offer. And the man who holds that belt is by right the very best. Others can scream about being the best but unless they hold it we both know that's not true. Given what that represents you were going to go and use a chair to hold on to it. To show the world that you couldn't get it done by your own merit. The guy that preaches "Betterness" was going to show "Bitchassness". Tibby continues to taunt Nate, while moving backward. Nate: Well I was not going to let that happen. You see even when I was setting Revolution Inc. on fire, or breaking bar tenders in half, when I got between those ropes I did it with my skill. Handicap title match, Ironman, Death Match it didn't matter. I was not going to let you ruin disgrace that belt on the night I was in charge. Nate steps up again making Dupree backpedal even further. Dupree: Roofus! Sensational Crane Formation NOW! ATTACK, ATTACK! Roofus is engulfed in the aura of Nate Ortiz, as he just stands there motionless. What Tibby doesn't realize is Nate has backed him all the way to the elevator doors. Dupree: I'm going to make your life a living hell Nathan, with every molecule of betterness I will destro.... Just then the elevator doors shut on Tibby as Nate laughs to himself, just to turn around to see Roofus drooling as we fade. ------------------------------ Much earlier in the day, many OCW stars are seen reporting to the arena. Some are signing autographs for fans, while others are conversing with arena and OCW security. As the camera pans back to the parking lot area, off in the distance you can hear Minami's latest J-Pop single very faintly. The song gets louder and louder as a deep purple colored Mini Cooper comes ripping thru the lot.
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