Jacob Trance

The Reese Roleplay Rundown Valcano First up is OCW’s newest rookie who I think is meant to be a good gal, but then makes fun of Joanna for being husky. I liked the whole Valcano idea and the binder and drawing was fun, just not a fan of rehashing fat jokes when I’m a meaty slam man myself. Hollywood USA/MMM Interesting kidnapping angle to say the least, though it’s obviously more so a Jehst feud I’m glad Cort is along for the ride. I wouldn’t want to take on the deranged MMM on my own, especially if he’s sneaking in hooded mannequins to the arena without being noticed. Is it perhaps a foreshadowing that Cort doesn’t seem to ever be there when something goes wrong or creepy? I dunno what do you think? Is it going to be made to seem like it’s all in Jehsts head like he’s gone full Britney Spears? Parker/Sidhant Interesting developments if it’s a tag team, I just hope Sidhant doesn’t look like the racial parody he sounds. Although poor guy is going to wind up travelling on a bi-plane or something, I don’t see Elliott having the pull to get the dude a contract. Tucker It’s Tucky! And he’s back! He’s also still a hippy. Revolution Poor TY just seems to float from one abusive stable to another, this time it’s Quartz he’s not good enough for despite Spiders teachings. They do say those that can’t, teach, so if Spider can’t teach does that mean he can do? He now has to go out and find a way to prove he belongs in the company of the new storm. Colin Locke Colin wishes he could use his legs enough to walk out and see the crowd. Terra/Evelyn Evelyn smokes weed and sneaks into peoples houses with the Japanese translator. Terra is obviously not happy about that and gives Evelyn a warning that Valk would do well to heed also. ??? It’s going to be fucking Mantis. Wrestling Club They clown around and rib one another for a bit about card position and being the most beaten tag team in OCW. Wrex/Kass They build their upcoming match whilst quickly acknowledging their past. Wrex wants to snap necks, Kass just wants Wrex to mentally heal from his trauma. TLBS/Cobra TBLS gets across that he completely changed B17, then Cobra laughs at the psychopathic pyromaniac who’s meant to be creepy, this shitting all over the characters vibe. Sure, it’s hokey and dumb, but at least try and work within people’s characters. Valk/Terra Confrontation between the two, again calling back to history. A bit wordy but ends with a cracking line. ‘You won’t take the people from the peoples champion.’ I feel like that accomplished more than the rest of what Valkyrie said. B17 He sells his past defences well, it’ll be interesting to see how the rest of it unfolds. Dominion I really hate the Frenchize nickname, but here we have Rust who garnered sympathy now going back to his heel faction, I assume there’s a direction it’s going in that required the gang to get back together. And that completes my very brief summary of what was written on the show.

You told me to shut up during a bit of music during a promo package for some fucking reason like a dip shit when you said shut up longer than I spoke. “Oh hey cool eff” ‘shut up!’ So don’t be rude to me because your’e salty about you and Bryan bickering.

Excuse me... That was clearly a handicap match.

Yeah the super kick corner codebreaker is my sig.

We went from a sea of vanilla midgets to a field of red meat

In the Office! - A Continuation Page Five Flojo with a short and to the point RP. She’s had enough and she’s not going to take it. It’s time for her to stop losing and open up more to an alternative way of thinking. Empress now, swearing a lot and sharing a moment with Ichi about how she’s still got it, and of course, Chinese food. Page Six A Blacksmith RP and it keeps in style, calls out... everyone... And says they’ll get exactly the same as H20 got. I enjoyed it but at the end it says Stacy was still shaken, without ever having said she was shaken in the first place... I also don’t think the words used would have gotten her spooked, but here we are. BS is ready to prove he’s got more substance to him than others would make out. Nate calls the audience losers, says he decided to be like them for one night, and then calls out Pugh. He also lists some of the people “he made famous.” Finally the closing of this page is another longish RP in which B17 is trying to recruit Wrex to something to fight something whilst Wrex is getting his brains squished back into his head. It builds some intrigue as to what B17 has foreseen, but other than that I feel like it didn’t have much going on. Wrex is sad he lost and seemingly wants to retire. B17 wants him to stick around as part of some sort of army. However, if Wrex gets his way he’ll continue trying to defeat B17 for the title. Page Seven Ashley talks about her win and how it was never ever in danger, and also suggests, accidentally, that someone rigged the voting. Let’s keep an eye on that one.

Trance on a Train - A Review It’s time for some words about words. Page One So we open with an interview with H20 which is perfectly placed to warm up the crowd, the Mick Foley cheap pop would definitely do the trick IRL. Handles what happened recently, talks about not knowing the stipulation for tonight and then reintroduces Doc who gets his point about Cain across too. Got a Texas vibe from the Judge this time round as he shows up to remind us he’s still around. Essentially that’s the gist of the promo and that he intends to start beating people up soon enough. It felt like it didn’t really need to be on the PPV but it’s one of those little throw aways you often see to stall for time. Page Two Archer gets beaten up by three people after the match, proving it was all a master plan to strip him of his title. Colby McCallum up next in a sit down style interview that provoked images of Arn Anderson / Chris Benoit with the way the mannerisms and body language was described. Perhaps a bit on the long side but it provided a much wanted insight into what is driving Colby the person as opposed to Colby the wrestler. It’s obviously a marathon style marker that’s been laid down, whilst acknowledging that by beating the piss out of each other Fraser and him became friends (alas Dr. Death or Hansen). Hehe, Wrex had a little slip in his typing that gives away what country he is from. Outside of that, it feels very well spoken which isn’t something we’ve come to expect from him. However, it’s again a well written one that somewhat repeats its message a little in places but the gist of it is that Wrex is either going to win, or die trying. Page Three Archer and Jay scream at one another in an RP I enjoyed doing. Over my entire time within the company I can’t recall ever having a character interact meaningfully with him. What made it better was it was the most last minute of things because he was worried the show was light. So we basically just flung a ball at one another until we had something. Colin now starting to see shadows and villains everywhere in everything that’s going wrong for him. Surely Archer doesn’t have that much influence eh? Who knows? But when Colin finally gets in a ring with the financial power house he’s going to most likely over do it and go absolutely ham too early. I quite liked the TV Colin shtick to do a direct audio cue call back. It was a good length and a nice short bite to get into. Page Four So... This happened. I chuckled a little at the humour with the Wrexsation creature, it advanced some stories a little but I always find the P3 Bonanza’s a little too nutty for my taste. And that’s the end of my journey through the frozen wasteland that is Glasgow. I’ll get to the other pages perhaps at work or on the way home.

Will review in a couple of days.

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Thunderbirds are go

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And just like that, Quartz and Spider know the exact time period they need to navigate to to wipe Harvey off the face of the earth.

A phone bleeps in the dark silence, causing a figure within the bed to roll over. Jordan seizes his phone and enters his passcode, the screen fully illuminates his face and he swipes upwards, opening the notification. He stares for a little while, muffled audio coming from the phone. Jordan: Homophobia… Oh, that’s the level we are at then I guess… I don’t… I… Jordan pinches his nose in exasperation as he tries to collect his thoughts. Jordan: Jumping Jesus Christ on a stick… I just… Jordan sits up completely and flicks the lamp on to light up the room. Sleepily, he rubs his eyes. Jordan: God, it’s late… Why is he even out there in this weather, it’s snowing, right? Why am I even talking to myself? Urgh. Jordan groans Jordan: Oh, he accepted my challenge, that’s neat, I think. I don’t know why he thinks I’m trying to be some voice of the voiceless shining light thing… But come on man…You’re out here shouting about being the mantle of integrity, honour and truth but you’re cutting about here spouting hatred like you’re straight up from the sixties, it wouldn’t surprise me if you’ve got some other, weird backwards views that you don’t want the world to know about… Why don’t you just run around shouting about foreigners taking your jobs and title shots? Jordan looks out the window as the snow continues to fall, there’d be something poetic about the bleak landscape matching Mantis’ outdated political views, but there’s none of that, just disappointment. Jordan: You know what Mantis, I didn’t want this to be personal, it was just going to be business and sticking up for this industry… Instead you’ve opened your bigoted mouth and spewed all over me, you don’t have to worry about sausage… The next thing that’s going to come close to your mouth, is going to be my fist, and I hope you fucking choke. At that Jordan leans over and turns off the light, plunging us into darkness.

We join the evening, it’s cold, a wrapped up figure walks along, his breath coming up in front of his face as a fine mist. The screen very quickly re-caps Mantis’ segment from the 16th Anniversary show before returning to the man walking, it’s the son of anOCW legend, Jordan Trance. Jordan: You know, when you’re having something of a spat with another wrestler, usually you want to get it over and done with before casting out your rod in the hope someone else comes biting… Or at least, that’s what I was taught, deal with the problem at hand before looking for others. Evelyn, misunderstanding leading to, let’s be honest, an abusive woman desperate to get into the limelight. This time, an accident that somehow leads to… Well, whatever is going on with the Northern Irish caped crusader. Jordan sighs, putting his hands into his pockets. Jordan: I’ve not been privileged enough to get many matches yet, heck, I didn’t even get the nod to be in a battle royale. That’s how it goes I guess when you haven’t picked up a win or done anything dynamic to get noticed, but one thing I’m not going to do is go on live pay per view and gush about how I can beat a long reigning and dominant champion just in the hope that someone higher up decides to let it happen. What I will do, however, is say that I would love to get the chance to fight Mantis one on one, if thewinner of that lucks their way into a championship opportunity… well that would be great. Unexpected, and unnecessary, but it would be great. Jordan continues to walk the night time street as he talks. Jordan: See Mantis, I get it, I’m the new guy and you seem to have some strange God complex which means you wouldn’t offer any respect to the new guy just in the door, but from what I’ve gathered you’re the kind of guy that doesn’t understand etiquette, you don’t understand how to conduct yourself properly in this business, you’d walk into a locker room and settle down and wait for everyone to come say hello to you, and that’s not how it works. What you’re meant to do, is say hello to every damn person you come across, even the janitor and I bet you don’t even know why… So I’ll tell you. Jordan stops walking. Jordan: Because the faces you see on the way up are the exact same faces you’ll see on your way down so you better treat people right and you better treat them how you want to be treated. Mantis. I am not an afterthought and I truly hope I get the chance to show you just exactly what I can do in a ring, to show you what fighting spirit is, to show you what it means to try and carve yourself a career without resorting to… Jordan laughs and shakes his head. Jordan: Screaming into the wind in the hope someone’s ears prick up and they come and find you. Well, the good news is someone heard you Mantis, the bad news is that I don’t have a championship belt, so it’s up to you… Will you hear me? Or will you need to be across the ring from me before you give it as much as a thought. Jordan begins to walk again, heading back towards his accommodation. Jordan: Have a nice night buddy, hopefully I’ll see you soon.

It’s a quiet evening in the hotel, just after another successful OCW house show. Jordan Trance is relaxing in his hotel room, just after dinner, and is channel surfing, trying to find something good to watch. A rather uneventful evening is disturbed, however, when he gets an unexpected phone call. When he picks up, he hears a series of strikes landing on a punching bag in the background and a familiar voice on the other end. River: Is this Jordan Trance? Jordan:Yes, it is. River: Annyeong, Jordan! It's Hyun-mi, aka River, Evelyn Parker’s manager. How’s your face? My glove has been missing a rhinestone since our initial encounter. Apologies if I went a little too hard, but I had to get my point across! Jordan: You slapped me for absolutely no reason and your friend was gaslighting me, and here you are, calling me out of the blue… What is it you need? Actually, come to think of it, how did you even get my phone number? River: Trade secret, don’t ask. What is important is me telling you that, quite frankly, Eve is pissed. I haven’t seen her this angry since Wrestlelution, and IDK what happened with you guys recently, but she has been beside herself since. My best bet would be to steer clear of her for the time being. Jordan: that sounds a lot like a GPDR breach… Did Russians sell you my date?! I have not even done anything to her! Why’s she so angry? And how do I avoid her? I’m working the entire house show circuit! River: You know what, I never thought about that… Tell you what, you're a smart kid, figure it out. I'll try my best to get this squashed. In the background, a loud bang can be heard, followed by the sound of pouring sand. Evelyn: River, that's another down, can you grab another one for me? River: Ibeonjue ne beonjjaelo buleojin molae jumeoni ya, maengse keondae- River stops in her tracks before she finishes her statement, realizing she is still on the phone. River: Sorry you had to hear that. Listen, now isn't a good time, so we can talk about this next time we see each other backstage? Evelyn interjects from the background. Evelyn: Who do you think you're talking to like that? River: Naega wonhaneun nugudeun! Jordan: I don’t understand what you’re saying… Hello? The phone clicks audibly, indicating River is no longer at the end of the line. Jordan stares at the phone in complete confusion as we fade out.

Pssh, that could be from anyone. Thomas Archer rotates in his giant egg chair, stroking a wig. Deep within the lair of United Archer Enterprises: Even from me.

Room for one more ok the porch brother.

Well if someone had told me, on the first Xbox match I was recording, that it cuts it to ten minutes the first match would have been usable, I mean you damaged me more in that one, yes, but I was still comfortable the entire way through and up to the win. It’s a shame, the first match was probably more competitively paced but maybe not as easy to watch. You fought hard but it wasn’t to be, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again in the future.

I reckon it’s Harvey, interested to find out

I bet his legs taste like chicken.

The scene opens to Tre Golden standing in the ring. Tre Golden takes in the atmosphere from the sold out crowd in Madison Square Garden. He paces a bit before walking over to the ropes and retrieving a mic. Golden: First I want to hear how ya’ll , like the beating I put down on baby boy Danny Watts? Sent his ass to the burn unit. The crowd cheers a bit. Tre gives big smile, obviously pleased with himself Golden: Same beatdown Rust Chole would've received if his son didn’t run in to save him. Golden: the so-called king of summer is Tre Golden’s bitch. Always has been, always will be. Tre walks around the ring as he speaks, oozing with arrogance Golden: Because lets face it, the only reason Rust Chole is Champion, is that h2shook is too damn stupid to take time off after the beating I gave him. The crowd boos at the insult thrown at the former World Champion Golden: I told him and his woman that their life would be changed after our match, now he is broken and at home…. A shell of his former self. Honestly he should just retire. Golden: focus on making another baby with heather Golden: And figuring out the child support payments for Valkyrie. Tre laughs as the arena showers him with their boos. Golden: boo all you want, she’s gone, she left you. Golden: Now.. let's get down to the nitty gritty and explain why i’m out here. Ever since I dropped the pride Championship, it's been passed around like a cheap ho. No one has been able to hold onto it for long. Golden: I see man after man cough it up, disrespecting what i worked so hard to elevate, they are spitting on my pride. Golden: look at the current Champion. Thomas Archer. Doughy, pale….. Golden: like the motherfucker is allergic to the sun. Golden: he’s not fit to be the pride Champion, so i'm going to take it back… As Tre Golden tails off the sound of someone slow clapping begins to boom through the arena sound system and the titantron turns on, basking the audience in the gaze of the Pride Champion Thomas Archer. He continues to clap, speeding up to sarcastic levels before slowing right back down clapping once every five seconds. Inevitably, he stops to speak. Archer: Absolute riveting, quite possibly the greatest Tre Golden speech ever given in terms of both quantity and quality… You want to walk out here and act like the universe owes you something. Like you’re the salt of the earth and have worked your hands tirelessly to the bone… Well… Archer adjusts his Pride Championship on his shoulder. Archer: I unfortunately need to correct you, because apparently you’re active and uninformed… So allow me to educate you. The man that I beat at Summercide in order to bestow myself, once more, with the Pride Championship… His name was Aisu, he worked at the Combat Centre alongside me in the lead up to our match… He actually performed an open challenge for this title and he won quite a good number of times… So what I’m saying Tre, is that it wasn’t passed around like you and Cobra swapping your “Wrestling For Dummies” manual around in the hope of accomplishing something… It was proudly, see what I did there guys? Archer pauses for a few moments to take in the crowd reaction. Archer: Defended. And defended. And defended and defended. Now, try to keep up, but can you guess what I am going to do with it? Defend it. Defend it. Defend it. Defend it. This championship title and I are going to find ourselves sipping mimosas on a yacht in Monaco come the off season. This championship title and I are going to make history, I am a multi-time Pride and International champion, just who in the hell do you think you are to waltz on out here and assume you’ll knock me off if my pedestal? And your reasoning… Because you’ve held it before? Archer scoffs. Archer: You’re a collegic wrestler, although lately you’ve become obsessed with violence, like some sort of discount version of Justin Raze. If you don’t understand the reference go back and watch his match at End Games 2013, it’s been made available on the OCW YouTube channel along with other great historic events. Now, I digress because I’ve seen the run sheet and there’s about eighteen guys in the back that have scheduled themselves some promo time, because everyone talks too much. Tre… It’s very apparent… Archer shifts his title again, this time holding it out in front of him for the camera. Archer: That you have all of the physical attributes to challenge me… But do you have the mental dexterity? I’m not so sure about that… So each week I’m going to hide a riddle somewhere in the show… Perhaps there’s already been one… And you must give me the correct answer within twenty four hours of the show going live… If you can do that, I’ll see you soon… but be careful… Other people might beat you to it. Stay active and informed big guy… And remember, fight, watch, react… And one day get over. And just like that, Archer disappears, the titantron turning itself off. Golden: Damn, just when I thought this guy couldn’t get any more pretentious. Golden: A Collegiate wrestler? I was THE Collegiate wrestler, 3X NCAA National Champion, and a 4x All-American. I am the best pure grappler in this company and would wrestle circles around anyone that you could gather up from the Combat Center. Golden: Especially Aisu, chump came for me, tossed him around and put him on the shelf for months. Didn’t hear a peep from him. Tre puts his finger to his lip and miming a sush Golden: and who did he defend it against, Cobra? The same cobra I pinned in minutes after already going a round with Spider? The same Cobra I had to carry for over a year in tag matches because the world felt sorry for him? Golden: I’m not obsessed with Violence, Violence is Golden. It’s the bioproduct of being a literal wrestling machine,bred into the world of Hardcore, who stopped trying to impress these idiot fans and so everyone what I am capable of, and what will happen to anyone who steps in the ring with me. Golden: Archer I’m going to beat you into a pulp, I’m going to break you, and I’m going to take back my belt. MY OCW Pride Championship. Golden: So bring on your riddles, this Cornell graduate is up to the challenge. Golden: The more games you play, the more satisfying it will be when I finally get ahold of you. Golden: Play my music. Shook ones by Mobb Deep begin to play as Tre drops the mic to the canvas and makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp as the scene fades to black.

Slammin.

A dim lighting covers the scene, a slim african american man stands in the ominous shade. Man: Have a seat… A figure enters and sits across the room from the man and stares up at him. Man: Let me tell you a story… Man: All about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. The figure tries to stand but the slim man in the shade puts his hand out, as if to tell him to stop. Man:: Wait… I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there. The camera zooms in close to the man’s face. Smoke begins to cover the room, it’s Loki. He’s unfortunately alive and as stupid as ever. Man: And tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air… Parker: And why should we listen to your story? What is the importance of this? Man: Good point! The man stands up and leaves, turning the light on as he goes. We find out we are in fact in the Roadhouse bar, in the background Archer can be seen cleaning a table. He sighs and checks his watch. Archer: Almost finishing time… Longingly, he looks to the door and then to the cloakroom, Parker’s Future Investment briefcase clearly visible, but guarded by the Hattons. Parker looks towards Archer with a slightly dejected look on his face. Parker: Closing time already? Must’ve lost track of time… Thought the night still had youth to it. What do I owe ya? Archer shrugs. Archer: On the house. Place becomes a nightclub at the end of my shift. All the alcohol gets watered down and Blaine makes a huge markup. Impressive, really. She cuts a lot of corners, those peanuts on your table have been there since the place opened. Parker: Well how about this, between you and me. $100 tip. Just a little thank you. Keep up the good work, Archer. With that being said, Parker slides Archer the blue bill, and takes his belongings with him out of the door. Archer pockets the money, and then uses a black platinum credit card to scan out Parker’s bill before he goes back to closing up.

I don’t think people are legislating for the simple fact that they are brothers. You allow for this, you would forgive and trust your brother if they gave you a heartfelt speech. Yes, if it was Quartz and Trance there would be zero point. They don’t have much of a bond, maybe they disliked the same guy, would probably tag a little depending on what’s going on. After a betrayal though there’s nothing to bring them together again. Instead of going “oh I’m sad they didn’t stick together” be angry they someone betrayed a family members trust for a second time.

El Parca stumbles back through the curtain, the cloth of his mask twitches in a way, a peculiar manner, that gives away his feelings. You know he’s smiling. He goes to turn towards the nearest stagehand to grab a bottle of water and instead feels like a boa constrictor has seized his entire body, the air hissing out through his lips. Reese: You did it little buddy! Parca doesn’t respond, being murder hugged by his tag partner Reese: You got him! For a second it looked like he had three times the air you did buddy, but you dug in like an armadillo and stung him good. Parca begins to turn the same colour as his mask. Reese: Stung him like an ornery wasp! The big, simple man, smiles and sets his tag partner down to the ground. Parca silently says a prayer to the Lord, Jesus Christ for sparing him. Reese: I… I… Reese grins, a big, huge smile, spread across his face like the sweetest of butters on toasted bread. Reese: I’m fired up! Parca pats his partner on the back. Parca: Oh, Big Country, what did I tell you about surprise hugs? With those GUNS [Parca pats Reese’s whale like biceps] you can kill a man amigo! Parca then embraces Reese in a normal hug. Parca: But thank you my friend. That was something I needed to hear, I went out there tonight thinking to myself I can’t let myself down but! I also couldn’t let my best buddy down either. Parca: It was an exhilarating match, but jeez did he not stop coming! I almost thought about throwing my boot at him! Parca then finally gets a bottle of water as he guzzles down half of it immediately following the Main Event performance he had. Reese scratches his left armpit. Reese: Yeah but did you see? That guy no one likes Thomas Archer thought he was going to fight that handy type, the one that herds sheep, but instead he has to fight your mentor… Japan Ice. Parca: Aisu. Reese: Is that not what I said? Parca starts to explain but gets cut off: No that’s… Reese: It’s great! It’s… Reese adopts the stance of anime legend, All Might. Reese: PLUS RIOT ULTRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. The inspiration, it’s just… Oh my, it makes me want to just slam it, and slam it, and slam it. And Jehst versus Wrex, wow! Just two men fighting and slammin’ each other, beautiful! Reese hisses in a breath. Reese: And that contract signing… Next week, that beautiful storytelling wonder! I’m about as excited as a mongoose in a pit of vipers so I am. Parca: Hmm.. so Archer gets to face Aisu eh? That’ll be interesting.. But what is more of a priority right now is you’ll be able to slam big guy. Parca using probably 99% of his energy turns Reese around very slowly, cause he is a human boulder. Then points to a poster about 3 ft away from them. Parca: See that? [The poster is a Turmoil 252 poster promoting Lucha Country vs Uncrowned] We get to go against the Uncrowned. Not that I’m too particularly excited to do such a thing but, what must be done has to be done! Parca: I want you to know that I will be there 100% that night. Antonio chose Doc and made this decision himself, so I will make the decision to help kick his ass alongside my best friend, you! Reese blushes, playing with his index fingers. Reese: You mean that? Parca nods. Reese: Cool as corn on the cob? Parca hesitates for a second, quite clearly having never heard that phrase before. He nods. Reese: Then I’ll slam as much as a slam man could slam, if a slam man could slam. Parca: This isn’t just some short term tag team Reese no no. This right here? This is the beginning my friend, the beginning of an era of total dominance. This is the beginning of the Lucha Country Era. Parca then extends his fist out in to give Reese a fist bump. Parca: Lucha Country Forever! Reese bumps fist. Reese: Lucha… Slammin’... Country.