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Our Hero surveys the landscape of Terminal 5, which is a much smaller enclosure than OCW is accustomed to. The intimate setting does have its advantages, as a smaller venue the crowd is full of diehard fans, which are the best kind of fans at times like these.
Our Hero adjusts his lapel as he prepares to address the crowd. Chants of "welcome back" begin to echo through the intimate venue, as Our Hero prepares to speak. He stops for a moment to soak it all in.
Our Hero: I say "GOT" Damn it's good to be back in NEW YORK CITY!!!!
The crowd cheers with approval for the New York native.
Our Hero: Let’s get down to brass tacks, unless you’ve been living under a rock you would have noticed that one of the, if not the greatest wrestling organization on the planet of earth and quite possibly the moon was off the air for the last several months.
The crowd boos.
Our Hero: Yea I know it stinks. You see the truth of the matter is that Online Championship Wrestling lost its television rights.
The crowd boos with an almost collective gasp of shock.
Our Hero: I can sit here and make excuses, I can point fingers at the locker room at the board of directors, at managment. I can be that person who wants to blame everyone but themselves. But if you guys know me, then you know if I’m wrong I am big enough to admit it. And if I
bleeped up then you can be assured that I will man up to that.
Our Hero: And that’s just what I did folks, I bleeped up.
"You bleeped up" chants start coming down on Terminal 5.
Our Hero: I bleeped up y'all, big time!
Our Hero smiles.
Our Hero: At the end of the day I went to war with the Network and with 11 years of Ego and Swagger behind me I thought we couldn’t lose. When it hit the fan I was left with a misdemeanor assault charge, a hefty fine and no TV Deal. And if you didn't know when you aren’t on TV the revenue streams get a lot smaller.
Our Hero: So that’s why we are here. And not Madison Square Garden because we can’t afford it. I won't mince words OCW is on the ropes. We teamed up with a new television partner the young upstarts atRushTV. They know our history, they know our legacy, and they want to build their brand as well. Together we are going to war! We need to prove ourselves, we are no longer the juggernaut of old. We have doubters in the boardroom, doubters on social media, and worst of all doubters with lot’s and lot’s of capital.
Our Hero: This won’t be easy, it won’t be fun. I need all of you in the back to step it up, we all have a lot to prove now, all eyes are on us, our greatest glory is not in never falling but rising each time we fall.
Our Hero: So I'm telling OCW to RISE, RISE UP for every time they told you that you wouldn’t succeed, rise up for every time they told you that you wouldn’t be the best, rise up for every time they told you….
Before Our Hero can finish his rhetoric the whining guitar of "Devils Rejects" by the iconic Rob Zombie begins to hum through the speakers. Mr Sensation sucks on his teeth with indignum, this was meant to be his time, as the grand puppet master, Jacob Trance walks out onto the ramp, OCW title firmly strapped around his waist. He pauses, a calm little smile on his face as slowly he grips the microphone in his hand like a brandy glass, raising it to his lips.
Trance: Unfortunately I am not a sheep, but instead I am the shepherd and I am sure that my flock…
He motions to the OCW fans in attendance.
Trance: No longer wish to be held captive by the braying bark of a madman, a merchant of doom and gloom.
Sensations face contorts with rage, but Trance gets another word in, raising a finger as if to accentuate his point.
Trance: Even the mightiest oak will come crashing to the forest floor if its roots become rotten and die. That… That’s what you were… THE ROOTS, THE HEART!
Jacob pounds on his chest with his free hand, pacing the stage now.
Trance: You left it to die, you abandoned it, you stopped believing like you never believed in ME!
Jacob shakes his head in disgust.
Trance: Garbage, that’s what you thought, but look at me now… I’m no longer paying rent, you’re no longer in control… This isn’t your world, I AM THE WORLD! I am the one who picked up the pieces, put the fallen men back together again, yet here you are… Laying claim to the kingdom that I built with my own two hands.
Jacob continues shaking his head, heading down the ramp now.
Trance: You sought to overthrow me with beasts of fire, monsters from the land of the rising sun, a one man revolution… But it didn’t matter, the ghosts and demons in your head, they lied to you… They gave you poor counsel, the one true voice, your light is right here… I am here. I can save you, I can save… EVERYONE.
The crowd begin to boo, a brief "Save Our Hero" chant breaks out but it dies off quickly.
Trance begins to climb the steps, pausing, leaning on the top of the post, just watching Sensation, almost like a curious child watching its parent going about their business.
Trance whispers his next few words into the microphone:
Trance: I can be your angel… I can be your devil… It’s all the same to me.
Our Hero paces back and forth nearly frothing at the mouth.
Trance chuckles, smiling at Our Hero’s situation, to make matters even worse, he climbs the ropes from the outside, standing on the middle ropes, one hand clutching the top of the post as he leans forward, leering over.
Trance: Entrails, ashes, salvation, devastation… It’s all there, it’s right there Jay, I can see it, swimming behind your eyeballs, trying to stay in the shallows of your minds ocean. Do not stray my son, for here be monsters.
Trance laughs again, enjoying his moment.
Our Hero: The only monster I see, is the demon inside me that's about to go upside your face.
The crowd cheers.
Trance immediately sets his focus on Our Hero, straightening up, vaulting straight into the ring, crossing the gap in a mere four steps, bellowing with laughter in the face of Our Hero.
Trance: The margin between bravery and stupidity is infinitely small, it’s such a fine line my old friend, such a fine line indeed, cast in salt upon the floor. Be careful you do not scatter it to the wind with an errant foot, for then you’re no longer safe, then the monsters will come.
Our Hero: Why the hell are you out here? this isn’t Sunday Church!
Jacob turns away, wheeling around, a hand extended to the audience.
Trance: Because my friend, I am this house, I am the foundation, I am the longest setting key stone you have ever had. I don’t want to tread covered ground…
Jacob straightens up, looking at Our Hero smugly.
Trance: BUT! There was once a time, a time in my life that I wanted to stand here, in this very ring across from you, to hear you say three words. Those three words I know I’ll never hear, because you are nothing more than a serpent that would sooner devour its own offspring than acknowledge change and evolution they had nothing to do with.
Jacob holds up three fingers.
Trance: Those words have changed… And I will say them just for you…
Jacob walks across the ring, dropping his voice to a hushed whisper as he speaks directly into the left ear of Our Hero.
Trance: I am God.
Jacob backs up once more, spreading his arms, as if beckoning Our Hero in for a tender embrace.
The white hot crowd at Terminal 5 shows a torrent of boos.
Our Hero: A god among men?
Our Hero: Allow me to read through your maze of madness. You’re essentially saying I should bow down to you because you are the longest reigning world champion in OCW? I mean that’s what I think you’re trying to say in your own convoluted self indulgent way.
Our Hero: For someone who "Cares not for, false prizes" and "Golden Trinkets" you sure do parade yourself as some kind of second coming. I think deep down you do care about that gold around your waist. But here’s a little bit of a news flash for you, Jim Jones. We ain’t had TV for quite some time, you ain’t a fighting champ. From where I am standing you are a ain’t a god.
Our Hero: You’re more like a king. King……
Our Hero: King NOTHING!
Trance: That’s admirable, you’re trying so hard to get to me with your words. You’re used to insults, you’re used to the trading of vitriol. You can call me a king, but my people… They call me God, they call me Father. You can remain lost, for the wolf doesn't lose sleep over the concerns of sheep.
Jacob turns to leave.
Trance: Thank you for your time, but the days of heroes is over.
The microphone falls with a tell tale thump, the conversation is over.
Our Hero: Not so fast, god king!!!!!
Jacob pauses, and looks back over his shoulder, not giving Our Hero the satisfaction of altering his course.
Our Hero: My vitriol may mean nothing to you but my influence does. And since you’ve been resting on your godly laurels not defending that precious prize. I am going to do you a favor, I am going to add some legitimacy to your reign.
Our Hero: Tonight on the first Episode of Riot for the new season, in Front of Terminal 5, in front of my people in NEW YORK CITY the OCW World Champion, The God King Jacob Trance will defend his Championship!!
The crowd goes wild!
Trance chuckles to himself as he continues to walk to the back uninterested.
Our Hero: Oh yea, THE MATCH IS RIGHT NOW!
Trance rounds on Sensation, like a charging bull, but Our Hero valiantly flees the ring, a massive smile on His face as he backs his way up the ramp. Trance rips his vest off, hurling it to the outside as he readies for the match, his title is taken away by the timekeeper as he backs up into the corner, teeth gritting in sheer fury.
Our Hero with the mic in his hand.
Our Hero: You may be a God King, but I also have a God…..a God of War.