Jacob Trance

I love it, needs alphabetising and name bars and you're sorted.

As the crowd cheer, showering their homeland hero with streamers, Justin Raze curls up, a broken loser. Mugen leaves after taking in the adulation of his fans. From the back comes Jacob Trance, a face like thunder, flanked by his behemoth Eli. In his hand is a whip and the fans look on with great interest, it's Japan after all. Raze pulls himself up on the ropes as the Family get into the ring. Trance: My son... I do this not because you lost, although you have failed me... Raze stammers. Raze: But... But... What did I do? Jacob cracks the whip in anger, screaming at the top of his lungs. Trance: I cannot forgive you, for thou know what you done! Raze shakes his head as Eli moves side wards, placing a hand on his head, pushing the loser to his knees, forcing him to bow his head. Trance: You spoke good words earlier, great words... But then you muddied the waters, you had to poison the well with that filthy tongue of yours... Raze blinks, the penny dropping. Raze: Forgive me... Trance: I shall but you must pay in a pound of flesh! Eli turns Raze around and Trance raises the whip and begins to flog Raze. The crowd 'oooh' with every grimace and scream. Trance inevitably stops, but Raze takes the whip himself and continues his penance. Hastily, the feed gets killed in preparation for the next match.

Well this was a fucking huge disappointment and providing nothing on the front page

The soothing chime of a piano washes over the excited OCW audience before it is replaced by a wailing guitar, the tones seem off key, as if being played on rusted strings. Slowly, they begin to take on their familiar form, joined once more by the piano. It becomes apparent what the theme is and the crowd shift uncomfortably, it's been awhile since they've had to hear both the music of The Family and the forceful propaganda uttered by their head preacher, Jacob Trance. Onto the stage come Eli and Raze, who turn, showing their backs to the crowd. The pair drop to their knees and bow their heads as if listening to a church sermon. Jacob Trance: Blessed are the destroyers of false hope... For they are the true Messiahs, cursed are the God-adorers, for they shall be shorn sheep... Discarded once used up. And then the man himself walked onto the stage, twirling his beard, a smile plastered across his face. Jacob Trance: It has been awhile my friends, my people! He chuckles. Jacob Trance: I can see in your heart of hearts that you have missed me, that you need guidance so that you may find the other worlds... And so, the man in black fled across the desert, and... Yes, many gunslingers followed. Jacob nods to himself. Jacob Trance: But these men... They all fell, for they were only mortal and insignificant when faced with an old god... These men like Parker Stevens... Tobin Frost... The crowd give loud cheers for both men. Jacob Trance: Matsuda... The crowd explodes. Jacob Trance: Matsuda... The crowd break into a "Mat-su-da" chant" honouring their country man. Jacob Trance: HE TOO... He too failed. The crowd begin to boo, prompting a wagging finger from Jacob Trance. Jacob Trance: No my children, it is rude to condemn him... He stood in front of me, a dragon before a knight, and he was slain. Slain for the better good. Slain so that others may grow, that they may try to find the way. The Family rise now, heading to a corner of the stage. Jacob Trance: There was also Bobby Minio... Now Bobby Minio he had it all, but Bobby Minio had a great fall... And all of C4 couldn't put poor Bobby Minio together again... Where is he? Where is your false idol I ask of you? Jacob points. Jacob Trance: Is he there? Jacob shakes his head and points to another area. Jacob Trance: Is he here? He once more shakes his head. Jacob Trance: No, he's nowhere... He has removed himself from this world because he has finally seen the light... Prayers are to men as dolls are to children and I cannot be one of you children no longer... You try to crawl through your lives, you bough and scrape upon your knees... But I... Jacob removes the OCW title and holds it up for all to see. Jacob Trance: I will stride through my life upon my feet... Jacob trails off and heads backstage with his flock, leaving the crowd to decipher his words, and perhaps more importantly, wonder who will stand in his way next.

Thought this was the most recent edition of RIOT. Son of a bitch.

Oh fuck... Anyone got Harrisons number? I've got food poisoning.

If trance defends the family riots

My submission is incorrectly listed as RIOT 406 >_>

I'm all for this.

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Gon' use you good boy

I love the stuff from the rooks, but I fear that with the intensity they've put into the first show that the only way to progress is to lead to a knife fight... TO THE DEATH! Of course, that's my opinion as I'm sure they've got a good idea where they're going. Can we stop using Crowe please, he's dead.

Props to Raze. Last year you had a midget army that you wanted to attack me with paint guns... And that ridiculous idea about inviting Trance to dinner, pretending to be someone else by wearing a moustache and saying "les hello." Now you've weitten something with direction.

Well, I've got high hopes for the batch of new guys... Don't randomly disappear! The "Baxter is back" shit is confusing me... Have I missed an in joke?

Off the top rope...

Nah, super spinning Zangief piledriver.

Because I need to save more disappoint for Lution for you.

I find a written format easier than vidya, but that's my personal preference.

I bought a jacket for the show

I wish I could do one in character but I'd just come across as a mad bastard Page two is upon us!

So how about that ppv...

He kept the hardest part, the morphing. But yeah, now he has something for him... Plus I twisted his arm as he did feel bad about changing caws

I once frog splashed the dinosaurs... They died.

Should be a FAMILY STYLE FAN.

It was better than most independent wrestling commentary teams, I'll give it that... It was nice when Pugh channelled William Regal at one point, that should be his role, wrestling dick.