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Tobin walks down in his singlet ready for action in tonight's Main Event. He looks calm cool and collected as he slides into the ring where the North American Champion Jacob Trance stands in the center ring waiting for him. Tobin glances at the champ before passing him, walking to the corner and requesting a mic from a crew member. Trance crosses his arms and looks at Tobin intently as the former champion begins to speak.
Tobin Frost: "Well first off I have to say congratulations. You earned that belt at Chill Faktor. You didn't cheat, or take a short cut to victory. Quite frankly you kicked my ass. I put up a fight in the end, but you were the one who ascended the cage and walked out champion. You walked away not only as champion but with my respect."
The crowd claps but quiets as Tobin continues to speak again.
Tobin Frost: "That being said I'm not out here to say that I respect you. I'm here to tell you that we aren't done. That I'm coming for that belt that you just won from me. You see you beat me Sunday by climbing out of the cage and escaping. There's no shame in that, they were the rules of the match. But you didn't pin me. I was hurting but, I was still standing as you climbed down to victory. I'm still standing right now ready to fight again for that prize. We took each other to the limit. And I know we will again. So in front of these people here I'm laying down the challenge. Tobin Frost Vs. Jacob Trance one more time for the North American Championship."
The crowd cheers.
Tobin Frost: "What do you say?"
Tobin reaches his hand out for a hand shake, Jacob graciously accepts the handshake with gusto, offering a genuine smile.
Jacob Trance: "I never thought you'd ask to be honest..."
Jacob slides his North American title down from his shoulders and looks at it in his right hand, he turns around to the hard camera.
Jacob Trance: "What do you guys think?"
The crowd cheer and Jacob smiles.
Jacob Trance: "What was that? I can't hear you!"
Jacob begins to play the crowd, pretending that he's not listening.
Jacob Trance: "Okay let's try it one more time..."
Jacob moves to each side, asking them the same question before heading back towards Tobin, looking around at the crowd again.
Jacob Trance: "Well.. There we have it... Tobin Frost... versus Jacob Trance, one more time..."
Without another word, Jacob drives forward, swinging his title belt firmly into the side of Tobin's cranium, knocking him to the floor. Boo's echo down around Jacobs ears as he just stands there, a vacant expression on his face. He stoops and collects Frosts microphone from the ground and raises it to his lips.
Jacob Trance: "..."
No words, he drops the microphone and leaves, the damage done.
The In Your Crib segment logo sweeps across the screen and cuts to what appears to be a pre-taped segment. Trisha Waldrop paces outside of a rental car impatiently. Trisha and a camera man appear to be waiting in a parking lot for a shopping center that has seen better days.
Trisha Waldrop: "Where is he? It's been twenty minutes since we last heard from him!"
Trisha paces back and forth, teetering on the verge of dropping her professional demeanor, but holds it together. A moment passes as a dark older model sedan with tinted windows rolls by uncomfortably slow and close to Trisha, who turns to the camera to flash a gulping motion.
The footage cuts to show passing time, before a worn but clean gunmetal gray Plymouth Barracuda pulled into frame. Minio leans his head out of the car with an annoyed smirk.
Bobby Minio: "Sorry, uh, the road splits off at the strip and you... of course you ended up on the wrong side. Get in."
Trisha and the camera man exchange pleasantries with Minio and it cuts to them driving through the Las Vegas afternoon. Minio is still visibly annoyed, there is a chip on his shoulder and it seems as though it would be impossible for him to hide it.
Trisha Waldrop: "So who is, Bobby Minio?"
Bobby Minio: "What kind of question is that?"
He asked incredulously, but he was distracted. Something else had his attention.
Bobby Minio: "Bobby Minio is a man... who ****ing HATES when these people do this."
Trisha Waldrop: "Do what? Ask questions?"
Bobby Minio: "No, THIS!"
He gestures out of his driver side window as a black Lexus blows past the car, speeding up ahead. The Lexus is so new that it still has the dealership tags instead of plates. Minio white knuckles the steering wheel while he continues driving at the same pace. He curses under his breath. Trisha briefly glances into the camera with a look of discomfort.
Bobby Minio: "I should just pull this damn car over, turn off the engine and just throw the keys into the road. I don't even deserve to be on the same road as that important man.
His sarcasm pours out with a syrupy thickness. Minio reaches a red light as his grimace rolls into a grin, not a sincere grin but a wide one, as he turns to his left. He throws his hands up in a gesture of fake surprise.
Bobby Minio: "Well would you look at this! It's my good friend Larry Lexus! What a strange turn of events! You and I, at the same stop light! Wait, didn't you have to speed around me? That's so odd that you driving like a real dummy and me driving like a member of the team of the road over here, ended up at the same stop light!"
The passenger window of the Lexus rolls down just enough to allow the man to shout back at Minio.
Driver: "Bite me, jagoff!"
Bobby Minio: "Big talk from a Lexus, buddy."
Driver: "What are you gonna do about it? Call the cops? Snitch me out for enjoying the road?"
Bobby Minio: "No, no I was thinking about dragging you out of your fancy keyless entry car and planting you neck first on your sparkling new hood with an exploder suplex. You like that option more? You wanna see that play out?"
The window rolls up and the man speeds ahead through the red light. Minio shifts the car into gear and follows in quick pursuit, the force throwing Trisha back into her bucket seat. She begins attempting to calmly plead with Minio to just go to his house, for the segment, but Minio is on a mission. He's tailing the car closely, and he begins reaching over toward Trisha with an open palm. Trisha looks absolutely terrified.
Bobby Minio: "The Coke! Give me the Coke! THE SODA!"
Trisha looks beside her seat and notices a mostly full bottle of Coca Cola wedged between the seat and the side of the car. Confused and almost entirely frozen in fear, she quickly hands Minio the Coke, who swiftly tosses the bottle to his left hand while catching the wheel with his right hand. In one motion, he leans his left shoulder out of the car window, and wings the bottle ahead of the Lexus. As if guided by the hands of fate themselves, the bottle carries perfectly in front of the windshield before it drops a second, colliding with the windshield and exploding dark brown liquid across the glass like fire in space. The car swerves almost immediately, the weight of the car shifting and the wheels screaming at an obnoxious pitch. The footage immediately cuts again.
Bobby Minio: "Who is Bobby Minio?"
He asks out loud, he's now standing in a mostly empty living room. A couch sits against one wall, a large TV against the opposite wall. The wall connecting the two has a ladder style bookshelf that has the only character of the entire room. It's the trophy collection. The camera pans over it, an Ultra J Championship Cup sits at the top, A picture of an impossibly young Minio sits next to it, capturing the moment that an asian business man awarded Minio with the trophy after some wrestling tournament. A few belts flank the trophy, photos of Minio winning the titles, a smaller Cup, and another shelf featuring a small collection of title belts from another wrestling federation.
Bobby Minio: "I'm a man who has lost the ability to quit. I've been thinking about it, I honestly think that toggle, that decision, it's simply gone."
Bobby Minio: "No one has to remind me that I'm struggling in the OCW. I know I'm capable of so much, I've accomplished so much so many years ago... but I know it's still in there. I can feel it... you can see it! but I... the mistakes... they're like impulses. Moments I've lost the ability to stop, to say no to in my head."
Bobby Minio: "I'm not some adrenaline junkie. I'm not a menace, I'm not unhinged I just... I just spent too much time alone, inside my own head, over these last few years. I feel like I have honestly disabled my ability to give up on these goals I have for my return to Wrestling. I needed the drive to make this happen, to stick it out even if I struggled to find my own way, and before I know it, I'm attacking Matsuda, I'm running down fancy car owners..."
Bobby Minio: "I... am a man who has to stop making excuses for himself, stop letting the last decade of my life continue to hold me back. I need to break the cycle of abuse, of my own abuse here. Bobby Minio is a man who is going to make the effort to make up for my mistakes at Chill Faktor. I am a man who has to show everyone what makes me the One Man Revolution."
He looks over at the bookshelf, specifically, the picture of a younger Minio winning the Ultra J Cup, taking a deep breath into his lungs before he turned so that the camera angled toward the side of his face.
Bobby Minio: "I'm the man who is going to raise a little bit of hell... and set the Ex Division on FIRE."
His fists are white knuckle tight again. He turns slightly to glare at the photo again, the camera focused on Minio with the shelf of trophies and titles in the backdrop. Trisha Waldrop sighs as Minio stops talking, it's subtle but the camera does in fact pick it up. She leans forward, her lips pursing as she readies her next question. Before a word escapes her mouth, Minio growls with a cold tone.
Bobby Minio: "Get out."
Trisha Waldrop: "After the odyssey you dragged us on today? You just give us the boot with ONE answer?"
Bobby Minio: "It's not about you, but I need some peace and quiet so I can begin to clear my head. I'll owe you one. I just have to figure out where I go from here... when I figure it out, you'll have a full interview."
Trisha's calm professionalism drops, for just a moment, as she stands to leave.
Trisha Waldrop: "After this debacle today, you'll owe me two."
She gestures for the camera man, and the two hurry out of the condo while Minio turn to face the photo on the shelf with his full attention. They shut the door behind them, and as they collect themselves for a matter of a few seconds, the door locks behind them. It dawns on Trisha that Minio had picked them up after they had become lost trying to find his location. She mumbles "not again!" as she turns to knock on the door. After a moment, there is still no answer. The knocking turns into pounding, and the door remains shut and locked.The segment ends as the camera man begins looking around the front of the condo for a solution.
We find ourselves in the backstage area, more specifically the private locker room of the Obelisk of OCW and pinnacle of Betterness OMG, where the Dear Leader and Villain is entrenched in a heated discussion with the reformed Samoan savage Patolomai.
Matsuda: I'm telling you, Pato, if those people would have just picked me we wouldn't still be dealing with Paul Pube, OCW Champion. How could they be so stupid? McGee can barely move his arms, let alone win a title match!
Patolomai: That's neither here nor there, Hide. We can not change the past, only--
Matsuda: Look forward to the future yada yada with the mumbo jumbo. You should be champion right now!
Patolomai: And I am at peace with the fact that I am not. The universe will provide me with another rich opportunity sooner rather than later.
???: As opposed to Matsuda, who would have been in PIECES if he were voted into Sunday's main event.
The camera pans over to the corner, where Cody Storm is sitting inconspicuously out of the duo's peripheral view. Matsuda appears shocked and appalled.
Matsuda: How the hell did you get in here? Don't we have security?
Patolomai: I thought you invited him.
Matsuda: Why would I ever invite this doofus into OUR luxurious locker room? He's not even a good Jew.
Cody: Er… I'm right here. And how, pray tell, am I a bad Jew?
Matsuda: Because you don't have any gold…
Cody jumps up at the clever insult, but is held back by the Great Wall of Samoa. Cody shouts over Patolomai.
Cody: Well… Eyeliner should only be on girls and rockstars!
Matsuda: And?
Cody: And I don't see any instruments!
Now Matsuda is up at arms, trying to get around his massive friend to get his hands on the covetous one.
Matsuda: Well you couldn't beat ME, let alone the OCW Champion!
Cody: Oh yea?!
Matsuda: YEAH!
Cody: YOU'RE ON!
Cody storms (heh) out of the room, leaving Matsuda and Pato in silence.
Matsuda: Did I just…?
Patolomai: Yup.
Matsuda: I should… get ready...
Patolomai: I'll pack your ring gear and a lunch.
The scene fades.
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Jealousy! |
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Dimsmore vs Murdock
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Tobin Frost walks into the locker room with a face full of anger. Fresh from his interaction with Jacob Trance he just wants to fight someone. He walks to his bag and sitting beside it is Sean McGee who doesn't look the least bit happy himself. Two men coming off of hard losses on Sunday have a lot of built up frustration. Sean stands up cutting Tobin off from going to his bag.
Tobin: What? What do you want Sean. Are you going to stab me in the back as well? I don't like nor do I have the time for these kind of games. So if you have something you want to do then get it over with.
Tobin holds out his arms as if to accept whatever is coming his way. Sean just glares at his tag partner.
Tobin: Go ahead Sean! Do this and I'll take on C4 by myself.
Sean finally speaks.
Sean: Does it look like Buffness needs to play games? How many battles have we had? I've beaten you and you've beaten me. That how we built this mutual respect. I know what you bring to the table and you me. If I feel the need to punch you in the face I will let you know and do it anyway.
Tobin nods and puts his hands down.
Sean: You don't think I'm pissed too? I let two championship chances slip through my fingers. But I still have one more chance tonight. We have one more chance tonight. We can become number one contenders for the tag team championships. All is not lost. Let direct that anger towards the champ and Mugen, so we can make something happen.
Sean puts out his fist and Tobin taps it with his fist and nods at Sean with a smirk.
Tobin: I feel ya. You sounded like me just now, I guess I am rubbing off on you.
Tobin and Sean proceed to get ready for their match as the scene fades.
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