Cell Block Blues

[Jacob Trance]

The following role play happens on the morning of Turmoil 130 and as such may contain material some people may view as spoilers, although as of posting it does not contain anything held on Turmoil 130 and only uses public knowledge from previous episodes.

 

 

The scene opens in a dingy cell, former world heavyweight champion Jacob Trance sits alone on the concrete slab, looking up at the small ventilation window as wisps of dust float in and out of the sunlight. He sighs and lays down only to bolt upright when the cell door clicks and slams open.

 

Officer: You're free to go.

 

Jacob blinks.

 

Trance: And why is that?

 

The officer looks sheepish.

 

Officer: We um… Reviewed the footage of that woman stealing your shirt… Like you said it was there, on the OCW Network.

 

Trance shakes his head.

 

Trance: So… I'll make my match tonight?

 

Officer: I'm afraid not… Processing will take a few more hours but we also noticed that the guys that handed in the t-shirt worked in that company too.

 

Trance face palms.

 

Trance: So… Like I said all along… It was a set up. Why on earth would I steal 300 boxes of Dennis Black t-shirts when I'm trying to get his stupid TV Title.

 

Officer: We don't know sir, that's what we had to find out.

 

Trance: Is there ANY WAY I can get out of here quicker?

 

The officer chews his bottom lip.

 

Officer: If you could maybe get your buddy Aries to come pick you up… Sign some stuff… Take a few photos… That'd probably do it.

 

Trance stares incredulously, before holding out his hand.

 

Trance: Phone please.

 

The officer hands over an old Nokia 3210, which Trance quickly punches in the number and puts it on loud speaker as it connects.

 

Operator: The number you have dialled is no longer in service. Please check the number and try again.

 

It clicks off, Trance just looking at it.

 

Trance: Oh come the fuck on…

 

Officer: No cussing.

 

Trance groans.

 

Trance: Whatever…

 

The officer stands and states before leaving:

 

Officer: We’ll try and get you out of here by ten PM.

[Tre Golden]

Lock his ass up! How dare you steal those shirts from the needy children.

[Jacob Trance]

Lock his ass up! How dare you steal those shirts from the needy children.

 

Some would suggest being denied such t-shirts saves them from a future full of therapy

[Gentleman Jack]

Drugs I get, prostitution...sure, white slavery? eh it's 2016, im open minded. But petty theft? You're a disgrace to the company sir! Maybe it's time our country does something about our european immigrant problem...

[Jacob Trance]

Drugs I get, prostitution...sure, white slavery? eh it's 2016, im open minded. But petty theft? You're a disgrace to the company sir! Maybe it's time our country does something about our european immigrant problem...

 

 

Jacob Trance is American bub.

 

I was framed, by that sewer rat Madison, or she had something to do with it. It explains why she decided to go on "vacation."

[Gentleman Jack]

Ha i never realized he was an american. I thought years in ocw just americanized him. Also Dennis is as a pure as a virgin's honeypot. I know you doctored the tapes.

[Jacob Trance]

Ha i never realized he was an american. I thought years in ocw just americanized him. Also Dennis is as a pure as a virgin's honeypot. I know you doctored the tapes.

 

Oh I'm almost certain Dennis has nothing to do with this, Madison just likes curling up with Gretchen

[Tre Golden]

Oh I'm almost certain Dennis has nothing to do with this, Madison just likes curling up with Gretchen

 

He just has blue balls from that cock tease, who wants to donate to the Get Black laid Fund? And maybe bail out trance

[Aries]

Ahh, BROTHA YAMIE

[Jacob Trance]

Ahh, BROTHA YAMIE

 

I knew you'd come, Senor Buffét told me so.