The Clash - Press Conference [Trance vs. Wrex]

[TJ Stevens]

There is a general buzz in the room, a room that is decked out from top to bottom in Clash promotional material. Floor banners, posters, overhead displays, you name it, it's there. At the end of the room is a small stage and an electronic screen above. On it it says “upcoming: CCW Title” which does nothing but spoil what is due on stage next. In the centre, housed in a protective glass

case sits the CCW title upon a podium. A stagehand can be seen polishing the glass, providing the last minute touches before the conference goes live.

 

Assembled behind two tables, separated by the podium and the conference leader is the CCW Champion and his contender, Wrex. Wrex has brought his entourage and all three have their feet up on the table, looking like they could not care less about the whole situation. Trance however is staring ahead the entire time, eerily focused, his hands clasped ahead of him.

 

 

Wrex: So Trance, I’m assuming since we’re all here. You’ve finally agreed to my “request”?

 

Trance unfolds his hands without saying a word, still looking ahead. The mediator looks back towards Wrex, urging him to continue.

 

Wrex: You’re really gonna play the silent game now? What, still upset you got beat by a cruiserweight?

 

Trance sighs and leans backwards in his seat.

 

Trance: I forgot that you weren't standing there with your beady little haggis eyes doing your best to put me off… But to go back to your first question, we've both known for a week the match is happening and that you're going to try to dethrone the god king… Of course you'll have your little pack of mange ridden mutts floating around, right?

 

Wrex looks around to the two other members of Scumciety before turning his attention back to Trance with a smile.

 

Wrex: You’d like that wouldn’t you, so when I pin you in the center of the ring for my soon to be property, you could have that little excuse of “Oh, those two scumbags were standing there looking at me, clearly that's why I lost.”

 

Wrex: But Trance I’ve got some news for you.. It’s only going to be me and you there, so when I prove that every word I’ve said is true. You won't have those excuses to fall on, you won't be able to pretend that I wasn’t better than you. You’ll just have to accept that your time is over.

 

Trance leans forward, a glimmer of malice in his eyes, an old darkness.

 

Trance: Win, lose… Draw… You'll learn that there are other worlds than these… And all these worlds have one thing in common Wrex. Pain. I cause it. I look forward to causing you pain, to beating you, to pummelling you until your face looks like an email composed by Austin Lee. Until you resemble a B-17 conceptual art piece. What I'm saying is… I am going… To hurt you.

 

Wrex: Then hurt me Trance, cause if there’s one lesson you can take from that failure of a Brother-In-Law of yours, It’s going to take a lot of it to put me down for good. This isn’t that night on Black Sundays all that time ago, one little codebreaker won't put me down, one wimpy little frog splash won't kill me. Times have changed. I got better and you’ve only gotten worse.

 

Wrex leaves his table and wanders over to Trance, leaning down to be at face level he continues.

 

Wrex: Your days are up “Old God”, this is Scum Country now. It’s king is on the horizon and it’s only you standing in the way of him and his crown.

 

Without a word, Wrex’ eyes open wide with horror, for Jacob Trance has seized him by the beard.

 

Trance: Long live the king!

 

Swiftly, Trance pulls downward with all the force he can muster, smashing Wrex’ face straight into the table, he recoils in pain and Fury makes his move, attempting to take Trance down with a flying clothesline but finds himself being caught in the waiting arms of Trance. Wrex has begun to move forward, but received a flying Fury for his troubles which knocks the pair of them completely off of the stage. They attempt to regroup only to retreat as Trance hoists the table up above his head, screaming like a savage. The scene ends abruptly as the flying table takes out the camera equipment, but not before we see Scumciety making it to safety.