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The camera opens to the backstage hallway. From off screen, the One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, walks into frame. He’s moving along, his gear bag slung over his right shoulder and his left hand pressing a phone to his ear. His body, bandaged and still visibly wearing the signs of a body taxing loss to Matsuda at The Clash, slumps itself along painfully. The sound of a voice is clearly audible from the phone, and it is none other than the Reckless Kid Luke Fuentes.
Luke Fuentes: “Man you gotta take the night off. You looked like total crap at the barbecue, you need some time to heal!”
A groan creaks out of Minio’s throat, and even that seems to make him physically uncomfortable. He pleads his case back.
Bobby Minio: “It’s just a match, there’s not gonna be any ladders to bounce my skull off of, no flaming tables to suplex me through, and best of all, no Matsuda boots to eat. It’s gonna be fine.”
The sound of Luke laughing cracks off of the speaker of the phone. Minio quickly pulls the phone from his ear, recoiling at the volume.
Luke Fuentes: “Tobin Frost ain’t just a match. C’mon Bobby, wake up.”
Bobby Minio: “I can tell you by the way I feel, I am VERY awake. Anyway, Luke, I’ll be fine man.”
Luke Fuentes: “I said C’mon!”
Bobby Minio: “and I said it’s gonna be fine!”
There is a brief pause, Luke knows this is a brick wall right now, and he has more than enough to deal with on his own.
Luke Fuentes: “Watch your back out there, and DON’T CALL HIM MEDIOCRE!”
Bobby Minio: “He IS mediocre Luke!”
Luke Fuentes: “Famous last words baby, call me when they have you settled in your room at the hospital!”
Before Minio can even reply to the ball breaking, a sharp “C’MON!” rings out right as Luke hangs up the phone on his end of the line. Minio shakes his head, biting his bottom lip in minor annoyance. Still, this gives him no pause. He soldiers on towards the locker room, powering through his body screaming at him to run in the opposite direction. His brow furrows as he marches along, his brain attempting to convince him of the same lies that he had just failed to convince Luke with.
Trance sits alone, staring at the wall, his eyes look haunted, his right hand massages the bench, as if stroking something that has recently went missing. A few days ago Tobin Frost went the distance, opening up a new, darker side of himself.
Jacob Trance: "I won..."
Jacob whispers to himself.
Jacob Trance: "I'm the winner... I'm still the champion in everyone's eyes..."
He straightens and takes a deep breath.
Jacob Trance: "I'm the man that beat Parker Stevens into retirement, I've beaten every Hall of Famer that has been put before me, former world champions... And I awoke a demon inside of Tobin Frost... I elevated him."
Jacob claps his hands together, managing a smile despite his obvious downtrodden mood.
Jacob Trance: "I... I'm that person that your mother warned you about... When she tried to keep your feet on the ground she'd tell you..."
Suddenly the crackle of a radio is heard along with some muffled words, causing Jacob to look up towards the p.a system which makes no noise. Whilst he looks up a bush moves into the room through an open door.
Jacob Trance: "She'd tell you that no matter how good you are, there's always someone..."
Bush: "We have visual, over."
Jacob turns and stares directly at the bush for a moment, before looking back at the speaker above his head.
Jacob Trance: "There's always someone that's better than you... And I'm that someone..."
Bush: "Subject seems deluded, over."
Jacob snaps around just in time to see the "bush" move, as he rises it tries to make for the door, the former North American champion picks up a trashcan and hurls it with tremendous force towards his target, provoking a shriek of pain as a midget in Army fatigues tumbles from his bush hiding place.
Jacob screams something and grabs the helpless little person by the hair and begins dragging him towards the shower block, eyes livid with fury, the camera goes to follow, blood curdling screams heard from round the corner. As the camera man nears, Jacob walks out, a face of thunder, the camera goes to pass and he just shakes his head.
Jacob Trance: "Not today..."
As the scene fades the radio stirs.
Radio: "Private? Private, give me a sit rep! What is your status? Over!"
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Its always midgets Scaggs. Always |
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Tobin Frost pulls into the arena for Riot in a 2014 Ford Mustang rental car. He exits the car wearing a black hoodie and grey sweat pants that look like they’ve met with the washing machine many times. He pops the trunk to retrieve his newly won North American Championship. There is a smirk on the champion’s face as he places the championship on his shoulder. When he closes the trunk he is approached by an African American man no more than 5’6. He is wearing a grey suit with blue tie, and kind of chubby. The slightly balding man beings to speak.
???: Hello Mr. Frost, my name is Lexington Walker.
The man extends his hand and Tobin looks at him apprehensively but shakes it anyway.
Lex: Sorry to approach you like this, but I am not a man who takes proper channels. When I see an opportunity I take it no matter what. And when I look at you that is what I see. Opportunity for you to be one of the greatest wrestlers of the generation.
Tobin cuts Lex off.
Tobin: Ok… so what does that have to do with you?
Lex puts his hands out as if to calm Tobin down before continuing to speak.
Lex: I was getting to that. I am an agent and promoter. I take talents that are good, and I make them great. Do you remember Ed Reed? Former Ex and Tag Team champion here. After he hung up his boots we worked together and he now owns and operates a chain of Arizona’s top fitness centers. But I don’t just want to work with retired wrestlers. I am very good at my job and I know I can take you to the next level. You are a multi-time champion, but there are still things that you need to work on and I can help you with that.
Tobin shakes his head.
Tobin: Thanks but no thanks, I’m doing fine by myself.
Tobin walks past the man as he speaks as Tobin walks through the door.
Lex: We can do great things Tob…
The door shuts and Lex shakes his head.
Lex: I’m going to sign that man…
The scene fades as Lex enters the arena.
Mugen vs Austin Lee
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Tobin Frost stands with Jim Black. Tobin is now in his ring attire ready for his match with rookie Bobby Minio. The North American championship sits around Tobin’s waist as Jim asks his first question.
Jim: Tobin how to you feel after reclaiming your championship, and after what some people are saying, “selling your soul”?
Tobin is taken back a little by that question but answers the question.
Tobin: Anyone who says I sold my soul is clueless. I’ve just figured out that in the world that is OCW being nice all the time doesn’t work. You can’t win a fight if you tie both hands behind your back. People will take advantage of you and screw you over. Jacob Trance found out what happens when my hands are untied. I’m still feeling the effects of that match and I’m sure he’s feeling a lot worse than I am. Going about things this way has me right back where I should be, as the North American champion.
Jim: Now you face another rookie in Bobby Minio. Any thoughts on him and this match. I mean a rookie called you mediocre a few weeks ago. So what do you have to say about this one?
Tobin: Well to…
Tobin is cut off by Lexington Walker who grabs the mic and speaks to the camera.
Lex: Calling Tobin Frost mediocre is an insult. How can a two time North American champion be mediocre? He graduated at the top of his Ambition class. Where are Eric Schofield and Michael Hollywood now? Nowhere to be seen, while this man standing next to me continues to rise in the ranks.
Tobin glares at Lex, who is oblivious and just continues to speak.
Lex: Tobin Frost is a machine. A suplex machine who works harder than any man in this business. He eats, sleeps, and breathes success. Tonight he is going to show Bobby Minio and the world what his is all about. That is Greatness Jim. Tobin Frost is Greatness…
Jim black looks confused as Tobin just looks angry. Tobin doesn’t even say anything he just walks away as Lex hands the mic back to Jim who sends things back to ringside.
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