The shot opens on the centre of the ring, currently devoid of anyone except one man, the CCW champion Wrex. Who seems to be looking a lot healthier than his first appearance after the Clash, the title itself tossed haphazardly on the mat near him.
In one of his hands is a microphone, in his other seems to be a written contract. Though the fine print is hard to pick up on the only camera close to it. Wrex himself seems to be reading through the details of it for the first time, considering he’s been standing in the ring for the past ten minutes staring at it.
Seemingly finally contempt with what it says he puts it down and brings to mouth to his lips though the crowd seemingly want none of it, throwing boo’s down onto the ring.
Wrex: Oh come on now, this was probably the second most entertaining thing you people are going to get tonight, can I start now?
The answer to that is clear but he continues on anyway.
Wrex: I'm out here because of two things, one I'm sure you’ll like, the other not so much.
Wrex: First, after a long time of jumping hoops, a wrong has been righted. I’m sure you all remember Fury vs Trance, where our “God-King” lost in terrible fashion, kind of a theme recently, well after that it was obvious someone was in the running for a title match, but since we don't tread shoes in our little family he stayed away. And now with the rightful champion here clearly it's off the table. But there is something else here isn't there?
Wrex: This contract here is the final step, Jay Fury will be contending for the Light Heavyweight Championship.. Tonight.
Wrex: The second piece of news, the Light Heavyweight will be the only piece of Scumoil gold defended on Certified Greatness, cause I ain't got any interest on being there.
The Turmoil crowd don't seem to enjoy the second piece as much as they grow louder in anger that the championship won't be appearing.
Wrex: There just wasn't any actual candidates around, too busy with blood feuds. So I decided that I’d just sit back and take a nice weekend off, that's the bricks kids, Welcome to Scumoil.
Just as Wrex throws the mic down and collects his belt, familiar music starts to play. Security very quickly surround the top of the ramp, they do not want a repeat of two weeks ago. Out onto the stage walks Jacob Trance. He towers over the majority of the security guards, and points straight towards Wrex.
Trance: You have something that you and your boys stole from me and I’ve got some very, very bad news for you… There is one candidate and unfortunately, his patience is starting to run out.
The security flinch.
Trance: Don’t worry yourself boys I’ve been given a very interesting match tonight, a match that I’ll need every little bit of energy to get through. Three men, well, no two men, the other one had other obligations he had to attend to.
Trance winks at the camera.
Trance: So as you were saying Wrex… This is Scumoil, Austin’s not here so who’s running the show? Well… It seems pretty crystal clear to me, so how about you stop telling the world about how good you are when it’s plain for everyone to see you can’t handle the hadron collider all by yourself.
Wrex: Trance, since when have I ever not been able to handle you? Since when has any of Scumciety not been able to handle you, Jay Fury? Beat you, Aries? Beat you, Me? Beat you with your own move. You aint a god, you’re a shell. I don't have to say I'm good, the network can just show that.
Trance: How about I punch you in your stupid mouth and you have to pick up nine, ninety nine teeth.
Wrex: ...Did you just try to make a joke?
Trance: The only joke here is holding a championship title.
Wrex: The title itself is a joke, but I digress. Why are you out here this time? Still can't accept the fact you lost? Move on Trance, you lost.
Trance: Oh, I accepted I lost… Because men accept their shortcomings, it’s just unfortunate that it wasn’t one on one, it never is for you, it never is for Scumciety, there’s always some little bitch hiding in the back. Oh and when Aries is done sucking off Constance, let him know that I’ll smash his dirty little face in.
Wrex: It’s called having friends Trance. Maybe if you stopped playing tired old lone wolf and didn’t push your own friends away, maybe if you looked after your own family, you’d know what this is like. But here we are, our family becomes one stronger with plenty more space to go.
Wrex: But I’ll let him know, sure he’d be happy to finish off where he started with your wife.
Trance goes to move towards Wrex again, this time he’s swarmed by security guards, the first one gets flung up and over his head before the throng of disposable men manage to subdue the behemoth.
Wrex: Tell you what Trance.
Wrex walks closer to Trance, knowing security has him in place.
Wrex: Truth be told, probably gonna be bored come Greatness, so I’ll make a deal. Manage to get through your match tonight and maybe. Maybe! I’ll consider you for a rematch. Till then though.
He holds the belt to face level with Trance, just out of touching range for the giant.
Wrex: You’ll always be just fingertips away.
*****
The camera switches to the backstage area, where a bland man in an OCW t-shirt and khakis is standing in front of a door with a "Solomon Caine" plaque.
OCW Interviewer: I'm standing here outside of Solomon Caine's dressing room, where hopefully we can get a statement on his actions last week.
The interviewer knocks on the door... no response. He knocks again... no response. He knocks a third time... and the door suddenly opens a crack. Caine peeks his head out and upon seeing the interviewer assumes a dumbfounded face.
OCW Interviewer: Hello, Mr. Caine. I was hoping I could get a few minutes to talk about your actions last week?
Caine walks into the open. He lets out a brief exasperated laugh and slowly runs his left hand down his face, bringing it to rest on his chin. He waits for a second, removes his hand, and begins to speak into the microphone.
Solomon Caine: Last show, I took out a stagehand. And this week, I could take out an interviewer. But I won't. I happen to feel generous today, but I can guarantee that next week won't be the same. And until I get a match, I'll do what I want every... single... week. And really, who could stop me?
Caine gives a sly smile, and in one smooth motion grabs the head of the interviewer and delivers a blistering forearm. He looks at the crumpled interviewer and shrugs his shoulders.
Solomon Caine: Whoops.
Caine walks back into the dressing room and the door slams shut. The camera switches.
*****
Burrrrrooomboomboomboom.
“What’s in your head, in your head. Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie!
VROOM!
Blaine comes speeding out on her Harley Fat Boy. A split crowd welcomes her but cheers and boos alike are drowned out by the rumbling engine.
The OCW Women’s Title lays folded in the handle bars, as she drives around the ring she flings the title, without concern, into the ring before coming to a stop and kicking up the stand.
She rolls into the ring and demands a mic.
Blaine: I have been drunk for about two weeks now.
The males in the crowd give a cheer.
Blaine: I seem to recall a handicap match. Valk lost again.
This elicits boos from the females.
Blaine: And you think I’d be drunk, because I’m happy. But the reality is...I’m not. I’m disappointed. No amount of stippers and dumb tourist paying me for photos seems to cheer me up.
Blaine fiddles with the mic before continuing.
Blaine: The one women who deserves a shot at this title, Dragana, said no. She wants to earn it back the old fashioned way, by killing everyone in her way as she climbs back into contention. So here I am left to watch as the barbies, models, and fairies bitch slap each other and pull each other’s hair until one of them can emerge as a rightful contender.
Blaine shrugs her shoulders: But honestly I just don’t have the patience for that...so here is my open challenge, to any women in the back. If you can beat me tonight I will give you an opportunity to challenge for this Women’s Championship at Certified Greatness!
The crowd opens up with dueling chants.
FLOJO, FLOJO, FLOJO!
BIG BERTHA! BIG BERTHA! BIG BERTHA!
Elsa gets a small contingent to chant her name, but then an overwhelming cascade of supports comes.
VALK! VALK! VALK! VALK!
Blaine can only shake her head.
Belle’s music suddenly starts playing leaving everyone in confusion.
Belle amplified voice fills the arena: Sorry guys not who you expected but... I’m here to take that opportunity to prove myself and fight you champ.
Blaine: Barbie...don’t take this fight. Walk your pretty ass back to Valk and tell her NO.
Belle bristles at the suggestion: THIS IS WHAT I WANT!
Blaine just shakes her head: So be it.
The odds are stacked against the legend here.
You'd be surprised with how many legends have actually won in these situations.
J. TRANCE vs THE EXPERIENCE(3)
The camera pans to the announce team.
My goodness.
That was intense.
The fans bemusedly applaud the show of respect, Trance eventually shrugs it off and rolls out of the ring, retrieving a microphone from the time keepers position, he gets back in.
Trance: As agreed… I made it through. I'm still standing here.
Trance breathes a little heavy from the exertion of the handicap match.
Trance: So whenever you and, let's be honest, the rest of your smelly degenerate friends want to come out here and jump me… That's fine.
At that, the CCW Champions music hits and he comes marching to the ring, flanked by Jay Fury. The pair circle and get onto the apron at opposite ends, presenting Trance with a dilemma, he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head.
Wrex: I thought what I said was understood but I guess not, must be a regional thing. When I said “get through it” I meant win.. And did you do that? Nope, walked headfirst right back into your own ladder. Three times now Trancie.. Not looking good for that match Im afraid.
Trance takes his chance and lunges for Wrex, snatching at his face. Wrex just barely manages to drop off of the apron, swiftly, Trance turns just as Fury comes off the ropes, looking to fell him with a springboard knee. The flying man receives a straight punch that knocks him out of the air for his troubles.
Wrex slides back into the ring and gets decked with a huge rolling clothesline whilst Fury starts to recover in the corner. Trance continues to go after Wrex with stomps until he's blindsided by Jay and dragged to the ground by the Scumciety pair. The attack goes on, much like last week the superior numbers allows Scumciety to keep control. Trance begins to fight back but Fury clings onto his legs, once again felling the giant.
The crowd begin to cheer as the CCW Tag Team Champions, Mistico comes running down the ramp, steel chair in hand. By the time Wrex and Fury notice the Mexican is in the ring and looking to deliver on his conversation with the legend earlier in the evening.
Smack!
The crowd are stunned, Scumciety is too. The chair collided with Trance’s skull and before long Fury and Wrex are laughing, Mistico standing in silence, chair being allowed to clatter down onto the canvas as the screen fades out.
*****
The Scene opens with Ace roaming the halls in search of her Bestie: Lotus FloJo…
Ace: FlooooJooooo
Ace: Where is she? (meow)
Ace: (Pondering) I bet she’s at Dragana’s DoJo, trianing against Empress while rubing her bubba.
Ace turns to Jim Black
Ace: Jim! Where FloJo at? Hmmmm
Jim: Sorry, I don’t know. Now scram.
Ace: k, Byyyye
Ace continues her search. She skips and begins to sing a song that could be heard throughout the hall.
Ace: Lalalala lalalala
Ace: Ace’s World
(Oh god…)
Ace: Lalalala lalalala
Ace: Ace’s world.
(shut up!)
Ace: Ace loves her anime and her pocky too.
(Where’s Bray)
Scene ends with FloJo peeping out of the corner watching Ace run down the hall.
