*The camera fading back outside on the streets of Manhatten New York as Trisha is standing by as the sounds of Charisma by wasp can be heard only this time Trisha decides to not wait nor care about the sounds of the music and just starts her recap.*
Trisha Waldrop: Ladies and Gentlemen i applogoies for this weeks episode of
*Marvelous Austin Lee comes walking into frame as he notices Trisha is ignoring him as he starts to turn his theme music up louder only for Trisha to just roll her eyes at him and continue talking.*
Trisha Waldrop: See there is just nothing i can do with this....*Sighing* i hate to ask but do you have anything you wish to add before i can finally leave and add it into my contract to never agree to speak with you again.
Marvelous Austin Lee: #hate #hate #hate hate hate #c'mon man don't be a downer because you aren't marvelous like me. #4real man we can't all be #marvelous and be the modern day sports entertainer but hey you can try but *looking trisha over* You will fail because #c'mon son you don't have what it takes to be seen with marvelous. But for your efforts here today we do have a parting gift for you...
*Marvelous Austin Lee snaps his finger as the understudy comes walking into frame carrying a big gift basket but is quickly stopped by Austin.*
Marvelous Austin Lee: Understudy does she look like a dime? no get the smaller basket she didn't earn the big gift basket.
*Trisha Waldrop throws her hands up in the air and starts to walk off as the camera starts to fade to black.*
Thank god thats over!
How dare you!
Tobin Frost walks into the makeshift conference room backstage wearing slacks with a collared shirt and tie. The room has a few pictures posted up of past OCW Pay-Per Views. He looks at the poster for Chill Faktor and just shakes his head knowing that Sean McGee has stepped away. Aside from the posters the room features fake trees and a table no different than one that can be pulled from under the ring.
Tobin: What it’s not the OCW Championship so we get nothing? Tobin shakes his head as he take a seat in a steel chair on one side of the table. He leans back waiting for someone to enter.
Tobin: Damn me and my sense to always show up early.
As he says this an OCW official walks in holding a black pen and a yellow envelope containing the North American Championship Match contract.
Official: Here is the contract Mr. Frost. I know there is some animosity between yourself and Mr. Trance so why don’t you go ahead and look over the contract and sign it. Tobin takes the contract but begins to speak to the official as he reads through.
Tobin: There is a lot of animosity man. I can honestly say that win, lose, or draw there will be no respect earned at The Clash.
Tobin: Jacob Trance escaped by the skin of his teeth in the steel cage. Instead of accepting the rematch cheap shots me.
Tobin:Then he tries and beat me after I competed in a match. He tries to make me go against everything I believe.
Tobin places the contract on the table and slams his hands on the table making a loud sound. He begins to speak again now talking to himself more than the official in the room.
Tobin: And the funny this is, I did exactly what he wanted. I went along with his game and went against what I believe. I will admit I felt a little remorse after those things went down.
Tobin: But looking back on it I should have felt bad. He messed with me and he deserved what happened. Trance deserved every single strike with that chair.
Tobin: He’s a bad man and bad men deserve bad things to happen. And I’ve realized that I can be the man to do those bad things. You know what… I kind of like it…
With that, Tobin smiles and signs the contract setting Trance vs Frost III in stone for this Sundays super show. The only thing missing is Jacob Trance. Minutes pass as Tobin looks towards OCW officials as if to say "where is he?" At that the handle to the room clicks and rotates downwards. He's here at RIOT.
In walks a short, fat man in a cheap suit, if you had to you'd call him a hobbit. He smiles at the room and places a briefcase on the table, popping the clips to remove a multi-page document which he waves enthusiastically.
?: Good evening gentlemen, my name is Josh Hundman, Jacob has kindly granted me power if attorney with which I shall be conducting this contract signing in his stead due to both fear of misconduct from Mr Frost, and so he can recover from last week’s assault... Which...
Hundman looks straight at Tobin.
Hundman: He will not, as I'm sure you'll be thankful to hear, he won't be pressing charges over.
Tobin just stares, a silent cauldron of rage.
Hundman: Now that you've checked my papers are in order, and trust me, they are in order... At that Hundman reaches over and seizes the contract, retrieving a pen from his breast pocket to sign the contract. He beams a smile around the room.
Hundman: And that is that!
Tobin nods.
Tobin: Are we done here?
Hundman: Actually, my client had a message he wanted me to pass on to you... And I quote... "How's your mother, did she get new curtains?" A switch goes off in the head of the Human T-Plex Machine. He springs up from the chair and flips the table over and grabs hold of Hundman. The OCW official picks up the contract that Hundman has just signed and dropped on the floor. He hastily exits the room as Tobin knees Hundman in the gut sending him crumbling to the floor.
Tobin: Did you think I wasn’t going to do anything?
Tobin kicks the man on the floor.
Tobin: Your client turned a switch that I don’t want to turn off. You can deliver this message to him. Tobin lifts the man up by his shirt and looks him in the face. Hundman stands noodle legged as Tobin speaks.
Tobin: The Clash will be hell on earth for Jacob Trance, and I am walking out champion.
With that Tobin positions Hundman for Frost Bite and delivers the powerbomb sending the stubby man crashing through the table. Tobin stands up and adjusts his tie looking at the damage he caused. He smiles and begins the sing some lyrics from the Nine Inch Nails song “Great Destroyer”.
Tobin: I hope they cannot see, the limitless potential. Living inside of me, to murder everything. I hope they cannot see, I am the great destroyer.
Tobin repeats these lines as he exits the room and the camera cuts back to the Scaggs and Polling.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Tobin has snapped!
He isn't going to take this crap anymore!
The North American Champion better sleep with 1 eye open!
