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The blonde bombshell, Stacey Clark sits wearing a business suit, opting for dress pants as opposed to the internet wrestling communities eagerly anticipated short pencil skirt. No doubt some keyboards were smashed in frustration, along with some other peripherals. This edition of the Clark Effect is taking place on the stage, in front of a sold out crowd in Chicago Illinois. The set comprises of two couches, and a glass coffee table with a structured steel frame. She smiles to the audience and raises a microphone, preparing a run down of her show.
Stacey Clark: “What a fantastic show we’ve had so far for you guys tonight!”
The crowd roar their approval as she continues.
Stacey Clark: “Now before we get on to our final two matches I would like you to give a hometown welcome to Chicago’s own… Your reigning North American Champion…”
Stacey pauses for dramatic effect as the crowd begin to chant the name of the NA champion over and over again.
Stacey Clark: “That’s right, Jacob… Trance!”
Stacey smiles to the audience as the introduction to RED’s ‘Breathe Your Life Into Me’ begins to play signalling the arrival of Jacob Trance. A few seconds go past before out onto the ramp jogs Jacob Trance, obviously eating up the reception.
Jacob Trance: “Chicaaagooooooooo!”
He shouts, picked up by the cameras without the aid of a microphone, wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey, his surname on the famous #14 jersey, held by Mr Cub himself Ernie Banks. He reaches the edge of the stage and stops down towards the live audience, placing a hand to his ear, cupping it as if he can’t hear anything.
Jacob Trance: “Come on!”
He shouts again turning away, pumping his fist into the air as if throwing a baseball before settling down a little, a huge smile on his face as he heads towards the couch adjacent Stacey’s. The North American champion jokes around a little and pretends to wipe sweat from his brow.
Jacob Trance: “Woo, that was hard work.”
Stacey Clark: “Thanks for coming on the show Jacob.”
Jacob Trance: “Thanks for having me Stacy!”
Stacey glances down at her notes, detailing the plan in her head.
Stacey Clark: “Well, we better get this show on the road… So first things first, you defended your North American Championship not once, but twice in one evening. How big of a thing was that for you?”
Jacob Trance: “Man, it was big on the hurt scale, put it that way. Defeating Mugen was something I really wanted to do because not too long ago he beat me, and he beat me bad. Then things got a little personal, and I snapped, I rushed into some situations that should have proved costly but I managed to scrape through by the skin of my teeth. It was a massive ask of my endurance, but, here I am, still the champion. Lifes lessons are definitely learned the hard way, Stace.”
Stacy nods.
Stacey Clark: “At various points of tonight's interview, I’ll be breaking things up a little by putting across the questions of the OCW universe that they’ve submitted via twitter, which you can still be a part of by putting #ClarkEffect on the end of your tweet… So lets start this off by a tweet from @totallynotdane…”
Stacey clears her throat.
Stacey Clark: ” ‘Sooo, can u get me a contract? #pens2paper’ Jacob, your response?”
Jacob Trance: “I uh… I don’t know? If you sent me some of your work I guess...”
Stacey Clark: “Good response, but back to real questions. There’s been a lot of discussion regarding your fitness and weight, lately you seem to be looking, if you don’t mind me saying it fantastic. What’s your secret?”
Jacob Trance: “Water, and lots of it. It’s a known fact that ice cold water can help speed up your metabolism, oh and staying away from BuffBlaster. Apparently it not only shrinks the brain but the uh… You know…”
Stacey’s phone bleeps, and a tweet appears on the screen behind Jacob for his response.
‘ @srslynotdane - Sooooo....get those contracts yet? :-D #imcoming #uncrownedkingofocw’
Jacob face palms, and just shakes his head as a rather flustered Stacey Clark removes the tweet from the screen changing it to a different one entirely.
‘@mzalycadupree420 hows it fel 2 be stuk in midcard, midfatty’
Jacob Trance: “Well, clearly you have daddy issues, but y’know, I’m living my dream and having fun doing it, so really it doesn’t matter where I get put on the bill.”
‘@KidOCWPerfection who do you think will win, Pato or Ego?’
Jacob smiles a little and pauses, giving that one some consideration.
Jacob Trance: “If we can build a ring to withstand the impact, I reckon Pugh might find a way to win, after all giving the dimensions of Patolomai, he kind of resembles a turtle, so once Pugh gets him on his back, it’s all over.”
Stacey nods and brings up the final tweet of the evening.
‘@IrvingK2F.... Who else agrees that i can drink Jacob Trance under the table? #FatboyTrance’
Jacob laughs, and slaps his leg in amusement.
Jacob Trance: “Oh come on Seth!”
The tweets clear as he chuckles to himself, the interview portion starting a fresh.
Stacey Clark: “And what about Jacob Trance, what’s next, what are your goals for this season?”
Jacob Trance: “The World Heavyweight Championship, what else? If you’re not looking at the biggest prize in the company then you don’t deserve to be here, there’s no point. You always need to want to keep moving forward, no matter how hard you get hit, that’s something I truly believe in.”
Stacey goes to respond, but opens her mouth and shouts accusingly;
Stacey Clark: “What are you doing here?!”
Trance looks over his shoulder as he stands, just in time to be speared sidewards through the couch by the invading D’Angelo who rises, brushing splinters of the couch off of his shoulder. He looks towards Stacey, then Trance, then at the coffee table. Roughly, he tugs the North American Champion to his feet and onto his shoulders. Once there, he falls backwards, driving Jacob straight through the glass coffee table, leaving without another word as Stacey can be seen signalling for medical assistance. Quickly, we cut to a commercial, advertising the new Tiberius Dupree DVD ‘Fire Rising.’
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Somewhere in an undisclosed location inside the arena, at a unknown time, being recorded by a unspecified voyeur. There's a huge old style movable chalkboard in the center of a dimly lit room. On the chalk board is two stick figures, one stick figure is kicking the other in the side of the head. Above the head being kicked read "Pughdafile", while the kicker's name was simply labeled "Dear Leader".
A figure walk into the small room from a door off camera. The first one to enter the scene is the Eternal Ex-Division Champion, OUR Villian, Hideto Matsuda. Followed up by the Menace of Nesquehoning, and FI Winner Dimsmore. The two former OCW Champions Patolomai and Tiberius Dupree enter in simultaneously. All four of the men stop at the chalkboard, admiring the stick figures.
Matsuda tips the chalkboard revealing the opposite side to the rest of OMG. This side of the board contained ove a dozen photos, documents and various papers linking together in 4 columns. All the the writing was done in Japanese characters, any text would be unrecognizable from the camera's viewing distance. Much like a FBI surveillance board, or a planning board for a criminal heist of some kind, they review it with hushed voices muffled by the nearby heating vent.
A couple of minutes pass as they argued, talked, laughed and fought within mere seconds of each other. They huddled in for one last debriefing, did the secret OMG handshake, that still wasn't visible from the camera's position. Just before they broke off in separate directions, OCW's largest wrestler Pato stops and stares directly at the camera just as it abruptly cuts out.
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Mugen vs Tobin Frost
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The camera pans to the backstage area, more specifically the private locker room of OMG devoid of its usual crowd save for Our Dear Leader and his Villainous Regime. Matsuda, standing barefoot on the carpet dressed in the traditional garb of a guru, fiddles with his hands placing both of his index finger gently on his lips with a furrowed brow--clearly slightly concerned about what he was ready to announce to the small crowd of special announcers, cameramen, and the substantial ring crew.
The voyeuristic cameraman peers in through a cracked door to catch a glimpse of the dear leader's message to his most loyal followers. "Good Ol' JR" Junichiro Ross and Jirai "The Shogun" Lawler are as pale as sin, sweating bullets and clearly wearing their nerves on their sleeves, while Minami, still blissfully unaware of all things English, does what she does best, holding her boyfriend's Eternal Ex-Division Champion over his head to be displayed as an elaborate gold and silver halo behind his saintly visage.
Matsuda moves to speak, but pauses again, to think, and then to sit Indian style on the table behind him. Minami scrambles to uncomfortable position the title once more.
The dear leader clears his throat.
Matsuda: Dearly beloved. By now after an hour and a half of awkward silence, I'm sure by now you are wondering why I have gathered you all here today…
Matsuda sighs.
Matsuda: I have spent much of the last few weeks in deep, introverted, meditation…
Matsuda: And after the events of last month's nine year anniversary program, where one fat, disgusting, racist, cross-eyed, balding slob who will not be named acted out in what can only be described as TREASON against our dear friend and arch enemy TIberius Dupree, your Dear Leader and 2x Eternal Ex Division Champion has come to the realization that we can not trust anyone.
The crowd begins to mutter amongst themselves.
Matsuda: But more important;y, that I can't trust a single… one of… you…
One of the members of the ring crew lets out a gasp.
Matsuda: Needless to say you're all fired.
Junichiro jumps to his feet with a look of utter distress, tears and snot running down his face.
Junichiro: BUT DEAR LEADER!
Matsuda: Ah you're right. I can't exactly fire my girlfriend, can I? Minami can stay.
Minami continues to smile, having no idea what's going on.
Matsuda: But don't worry my friends, Pato has been telling me of the importance of building good kharma, so I've taken the liberty of handling your transport to your new job.
Jirai: N-new job?
Matsuda: Indeed! Michiko has graduated from university in a year and a half and she needs test subjects at her bioengineering lab. Don't worry, thank me later!
A moving team wheels in a massive crate, and our benevolent villain directs his former minions into it. They reluctantly comply and the scene fades.
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The scene fades in and we see Justin Raze, talking to a shorter person that appears to have a slight limp and a cane. He wears Jeans and a polo and his mouth and jaw look slightly out of place.
Stacey Clark comes into the view and heads over to Raze and the person he is speaking to.
Clark: Raze, strong words out there tonight, care to give an insight into them?
???: Bu..Bu...Bu..Bu..backup you bu...bu..bu...bitch!
Clark looks surprised, taken back, and offended all at the same time.
Raze: Sorry about that Stacey, this is my new....associate. Let's just cal him...Raze Jr.
Raze: And please excuse him, he is learning his place.
Raze Jr: Yeah and yu..yu...you need to learn your pl-.
Raze: DAMMIT RAZE JR, I AM THE ONE WHO SPEAKS!!!!
An apologetic look comes across Raze Jr's face, quickly followed by regret and sadness.
Raze: Now...as you asked me Stacey...I was wanting to get everyone's attention, letting them know that I am not simply setting back this year and let everyone else go for opportunity and me gain nothing.
Raze: Many people are going to be surprised and shocked this year when I show them that I am coming back here much more improved, much more technical, and much, much more determined to become a champion this year.
Raze Jr: Yu..yu..yeah!
Justin turns around glaring at Raze Jr.
Raze: I WILL SMACK YOU ACROSS YOUR DISFIGURED FACE! DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M AFRAID TO HIT A RETARD???
Stacey looks unsure of what to do. Whether to continue the interview or to try and help Raze Jr.
Raze: Stacey, short and simple, this year is going to be different and it's never going to be the same from this point forward.
At that, Raze walks past Stacey and heads for the locker room, Raze Jr slowly limping the same way as him.
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The door to Leonheart's office swings open.
Leonheart: "Come...........in."
Cody Storm strolls in, still decked out in full suit, with an air of approval at his actions earlier in the evening. That being said he isn't all to please with Leonheart's comments about him at the start of the show.
Before Cody can react.
Leonheart: Was that necessary?
Cody Storm: You speak of what........... Boss?
Leonheart: "Did you really have to go and put Black through a window?"
Cody Storm: "I really did! The man didn't sign the petition Leon. I couldn't start the petition by going back on my word, doesn't look good. Plus, the man made it his personal job to try and stir the pot; trying to get me to think you're out to get me. Jim Black's gone stark raving mad!"
Leonheart: That window is coming out of your salary.
Cody Storm: "Oh boo-hoo! Want to talk about something worth crying about? I will put aside your comments about me earlier. How about we talk about this title shot that's never coming my way? What exactly do you plan on doing about that? I deserve this shot, you know it, I know it, so lets make it happen!"
BUFFNESS comes barging in.
BUFFNESS: “Hang on Cody.”
BUFFNESS walks over to Leon’s desk. He leans over the desk when talking to Leon.
BUFFNESS: “Cody Storm isn’t the only person that deserves a shot Leon. I have been busting my ass off for months and now it’s time I am given an OCW Championship opportunity. So make it happen!”
Cody Storm: “Err Sean.”
BUFFNESS looks angrily at Cody.
Cody Storm: “I mean BUFFNESS. I have won two OCW Championship opportunities’ that have never been given to me. So with all due respect I deserve this more than anybody.”
BUFFNESS: ”In all due RESPECT. I carried Cerberus while you and him.”
*BUFFNESS points at THE BOSS, Leonheart*
BUFFNESS: “Took a break.”
Cody Storm: “Take a break? I WAS FIRED!”
BUFFNESS: “I don’t care, I CARRIED CERBERUS WHILE YOU WERE GONE. I DESERVE THIS OPPORTUNITY MORE THAN ANYONE, REGARDLESS AT WHAT YOU THINK YOU EARNED.”
Cody Storm: “THINK? I WON MY MATCH IN THE KING OF OCW, DID YOU!”
Leonheart: Enough.
Cody and Sean continue to argue.
Leonheart: Enough.
Cody and Sean still continue to argue.
Leonheart: SEAN, STORM, SHUT THE **** UP!
BUFFNESS and Cody Storm turn and look at Leon.
BUFFNESS and Cody Storm: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
BUFFNESS: “Relax, you don’t need to have an emotional breakdown on us.”
Cody Storm laughs at BUFFNESS.
Cody Storm: “BUFFNESS, please stop. All this laughing is hurting me.”
BUFFNESS: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Cody Storm: “You know what.”
Cody turns to look at BUFFNESS.
Cody Storm: “You’re right, you and me both deserve a shot so what is stopping Leon from giving us both what we deserve?”
BUFFNESS: “Yeah you’re right Cody. We both do deserve an OCW Championship match.”
Cody Storm: “Leon you need to cancel Pugh’s match with Matsuda tonight. You need to make the main event an OCW Championship match.”
BUFFNESS: “Just think about the ratings Leon when I am in the main event. Paul Pugh having to put his championship on the line against BUFFNESS and THE SON OF GOD. Nothing gets better than that.”
Cody Storm: “He’s right Leon, so do it!”
Leonheart stays silent. BUFFNESS isn’t happy with this.
BUFFNESS: “Hey, don’t forget we own you Leon. You have to do everything we say.”
Leonheart gets out of his seat and walks over to a cabinet. He unlocks the top drawer and rifles through some folders.
He pulls out something in the C and S section and shuts the draw. He takes a seat back at his desk and looks at both Cody and BUFFNESS. He gives them both the folders.
Cody Storm: “What’s this?”
Leonheart: “These are your contracts gentlemen. Contracts that If I deem fit I can terminate right now!”
BUFFNESS looks at Cody. They once again burst out laughing.
BUFFNESS: “Fire us? Leon we own you.”
Leonheart: No, You own "CERBERUS" brand. You see gentlemen, when Cerberus was founded it was about camaraderie and the greater good of the group. Both of you turn that on it's ear and turned it from personal to Business. So as a buisness dictates I can toss you Cody, and you SEAN McGEE out on your collective asses.
Cody Storm: “Leon you can’t do that.”
Leonheart: I can do pretty much whatever I want.
Leonheart looks at BUFFNESS with a huge grin on his face.
Leonheart: “I could put BUFFNESS in a match next week in a 2 on 1 handicap match.
Cody Storm: “WHAT???”
BUFFNESS: “Listen.”
Leonheart cuts off Sean McGee.
Leonheart: No Sean, you are going to listen.
Leonheart looks at Cody Storm.
Leonheart: “You will be banned from ringside for this match.”
Cody Storm: “Seriously? You are really going to do this?”
Leonheart: Yes, as I said before, I am going to do what is right. And right now the right thing to do is have Sean prove he isn't all talk. As for you Cody you are the King of OCW and you are entitled to a World Championship opportunity. But how about you show me something kid, you are fighting a LEGEND tonight!
Sean McGee and Cody Storm are still in shock.
Leonheart: Now please leave, I have other things to attend to.
Sean McGee and Cody Storm a bit defeated exit Leonheart's office.
Lucas Crowe vs Omar Gibbs
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