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Chicago, 1874 N Burling Street, the Trance residence. Todays venue for the first ever OCW "In Your Crib." A camera zooms in on the Barrington Hills villa, rolling up the long drive past well tended hedges up to the large, oak style, medieval door. It swings open as if on cue, Jacob Trance popping his head out.
Jacob Trance: "Uh... Who are you again?"
A voice from behind the camera can be heard complaining.
Jacob Trance: "Yeah, yeah... That thing I'm contracted to do... I get it... Come on in..."
Jacob steps behind the door allowing the camera team access into his domicile. They are greeted with freshly varnished wooden floors and high vaulted ceilings, in the corner there is a staircase spiralling upwards to the next floor.
Jacob Trance: "So this is the lobby and... As you can see."
Jacob pushes a button, opening an elevator and he grins.
Jacob Trance: "I have my own elevator, three floors and a basement you see..."
The camera pans down, getting all of the buttons in camera shot before following Jacob into a small room with a personal computer and nothing much else.
Jacob Trance: "This is my office were I sit on the internet all day with my four hundred ghost accounts telling the internet how good a wrestler and worker I am, and how everyone is holding me down... I used to have a P.A to do it for me but I decided she wasn't nearly caustic enough for the job."
Jacob laughs.
Jacob Trance: "I'm kidding, I use it for internet banking when I'm not on the road. Anyway, I'll show you the kitchen..."
Jacob leaves the closet and heads into a much large room, a breakfast bar and a completely open plan kitchen, complete with twin stacked ovens and a walk in fridge greet the viewers, along with a dining table that seats approximately six or seven people.
Jacob Trance: "There's a funny story about that table, the first time I had it, it came with some really nifty silverware and it was thanks giving so I invited Stephen, Chris, Carlos, CJ and Chris Mania over... Never saw the damned things again. I'm not sure what happened, if it was Carlos or CJ... Didn't see much of them after it, but then that goes for the rest of that dinner party."
Jacob smiles and claps his hands.
Jacob Trance: "Now for something fun..."
Jacob ushers the camera into another room, opening a door, from the get go there are various plaques, and title belts, not all of them from OCW. In a glass case sits a mask on a bust.
Jacob Trance: "That's Omega Dragon, I killed him and put his head on display.. Back when..."
Jacob pats his stomach.
Jacob Trance: "I could pass as an ex-division wrestler... Back in the long, long ago... and this..."
Jacob points to a paper certificate stuck to the wall.
Jacob Trance: "That's from the IWC for being consistently employed, I think they have a counter somewhere that reads 'Jacob Trance has been employed for...' It even counts the seconds, or so I'm told..."
Jacob sits down for the rest of the segment, surrounded by his numerous champion accolades, spanning over his entire OCW career, having never went a long time without a title belt.
Trisha Waldrop: "So, Jacob, thank you for showing us around your home... Or at least some of it, we're running out of time I'm afraid."
Jacob Trance: "You're welcome, and that's fine."
Trisha Waldrop: "So having lost your North American championship... What's next for OCW's self proclaimed anti-Christ?"
Jacob clasps his hands together and leans forward, a pleasant smile on his face.
Jacob Trance: "That's a great question, I mean, I could always win it back because I fully believe I'm better than Tobin in the ring, maybe it's an experience edge, but I genuinely believe I'm the better competitor, or I could go try and win the OCW title, I mean if I keep beating people by logic I'd get a chance at the best, but you never know what's coming next in this place."
Trisha Waldrop: "What do you mean by that Jacob?"
Jacob Trance: "Well one moment everything can be going fine, then suddenly all motivation is gone... Take a look at Parker."
Trisha Waldrop: "Parker Stevens? Were you and he close?"
Jacob Trance: "I wouldn't say we were close in a best buddies for life manner, but there was a level of respect between us, and I was glad to finally get the chance to beat him after all these years..."
Trisha Waldrop: "And how did his leaving affect you?"
Jacob Trance: "He was a work friend, I didn't exactly expect a flowing love letter from him, maybe others get it, but I was just thankful not to receive human faeces in the mail."
Trisha's eyebrows raise in horror at what was said.
Jacob Trance: "I think that's how he says he likes you, and how he hates you, always keeps you guessing."
Trisha Waldrop: "You mentioned the OCW title, what do you think about the main event scene?"
Jacob sighs.
Jacob Trance: "Over-saturated. Same people, but I don't see that changing any time soon."
Jacob Trance: "I'm not saying the people there are doing a bad job, by no means, I just think the undercard is a ticking time bomb. There needs to be, not a change, but more of a blooding, if you want me to put money on anyone, I'm going to go with Frost, simply because he's a nice guy... Oh and that affiliation with Nate Ortiz."
Trisha Waldrop looks at her notes.
Trisha Waldrop: "With the recent turn over of talent, I believe you're now the longest active servant for this company... How do you feel about that?"
Jacob Trance: "Old."
Trisha chuckles.
Trisha Waldrop: "Well we're out of time Jacob, do you have any parting words?"
Jacob Trance: "As a matter of fact, I do... Good luck tonight Tobin, I'll be waiting."
Trisha Waldrop: "Thank you Jacob, this was Trisha Waldrop with 'In Your Crib!' join us next week as we get a private tour of Mugen's home!"
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Riot moves to a video feed of the foyer of a house with the words "previously recorded" flashing at the bottom.
???: "Honey, you have some guests."
The camera follows the sound of the voice, rounding the corner to find Cherese Lee-Storm alerting her husband to the camera's presence. He places his niece down from her game of airplane and onto the carpeted living room floor. The flash of a smile fades as he sees who it is that's come to visit him, on what's apparently his birthday as there's still a banner hanging over the archway and guests relaxing in small-talk on the couches. Storm walks over to the camera man and leads them into a side room so as not to disturb the gathering.
Cody Storm: "What are you doing here? This is my home, who invited you?"
Camera Man: "We've been asked to get an answer for the OCW audience regarding Sean McGee's challenge to you for your OCW World Championship shot."
Cody Storm: "So you came to my house uninvited?"
Camera Man: "Well we received word that you weren't going to be at Riot due to the weather."
Cody Storm: "Due to the weather? Screw the weather, I'm The Son of God no amount of snow is going to stop me from going wherever I want to go. I won't be at Riot because to hell with Riot! To hell with breaking my back to prove myself to people who plainly don't care. The fact that McGee is even able to challenge me for a title shot I should have received five months ago is a clear sign of just how screwed up everything is in the wonderful world of OCW..."
Cody Storm: "But as far as the challenge goes, I accept. I hope you've always wanted to spend an eternity underwater, because come January 26th I'm putting you in the ground in stormy Seattle."
Storm walks out of the study room leaving the camera man to find their own way out as the live feed cuts off.
Westerfield vs Dimsmore
Westerfeild takes a mic from ringside and makes his way to the center of the ring.
Westerfeild - My name is Sebastian Chadwick Westerfeild. I have come to this horrible country you all call home to wrestle the best!
The crowd begins to boo.
Westerfeild - Such a slight does not bother a Westerfeild. You should be thankful I took the time to come here and display my talents for the masses .
Crowd - You are boring!! (Clap, Clap, Clap Clap Clap) You are boring!! (Clap, Clap, Clap Clap Clap) You are boring!!(Clap, Clap, Clap Clap Clap)
Westerfeild - Boring?? if I'm so boring why don't one of you come in here and get me out?? Come on. Anyone of you. I dare anyone to step foot in here with me they will get the lesso......
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The following took place on the 6th of January at an OCW house show somewhere in Denver:
Tobin Frost walks with purpose into the OCW locker room. He doesn't stop to put down the gym bag that is drapped over his shoulder. He surveys the room before finding the person he is looking for. The man is Jacob Trance who is scavenging through his own bag as T-Plex walks up. Tobin stops as Trance sees him out of the corner of his eye and stands up himself. Tobin doesn't let this become a staredown as he immediatley begins to speak.
Tobin: Look man, first I want to say thanks for helping me out there to get Pato off of me.
Trance nods as Tobin continues.
Tobin: Second, I don't need you to help me out. I've come this far doing this on my own and that doesn't need to change now. I might be teaming with McGee now, but I don't even expect him to help me in that situation. And you I know know you only came out there because you want this...
Tobin reaches into his bag and pulls out the North American Championship.
Tobin: I remember what happened when we were in that triple threat match to fight Sean McGee for this belt. I knocked the man out and you tossed me out of the ring to take the pin. I know the kind of person you are. I'm appreciate you coming out there. You had a good run as champion and I respect that as well. But I don't trust you. So if you want this we don't have to play games the match can happen whenever it happens.
Tobin leaves Trance who doesn't look happy at all with what Tobin had to say.
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