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"You've got what I want and I need it right now!" The Queen remix that has become synonymous with Your World Heavyweight Champion sounds off. He approaches from the top of the ramp, decked out in his Captain Jew'Merica attire, holding a mic in his hand. At the same time two paths clear through the audience on opposite sides of the arena as the two masked men make their way down to the ring as well. They all reach the ring at the same time, climbing in the two men stand behind Storm as he raises the mic to his lips.
Cody Storm: "Last week was fun, wouldn't you say boys?"
He turns around facing the masked men who offer no obvious answer as their facial features are covered.
Cody Storm: "If it did nothing else, last week reaffirms my decision. Tobin Frost your presence is requested at ringside sir."
"Radioactive" screams from the loudspeakers as Tobin Frost eventually makes his way down to the ring. He's wearing his 'Franchise' attire. As he jumps onto the ring apron his pyro explodes from the ring posts, but none of the three in the ring flinch. Your World Heavyweight Champion and the masked men take a few steps back, giving Tobin his space. Nonetheless he steps in with his hands balled and his arms raised ready for a fight.
"Oh put those away" Cody says as he points at Tobin's fists.
Cody Storm: "I don't want to fight you Tobin. These men don't want to fight you."
Cody starts walking slowly in a circle around Tobin. Sizing him up, despite his words, a brawl breaking out seems anything but far fetched.
Cody Storm: "Last week I heralded you a role model, and before the night was out you proved me right. You charged the ring not feeling 100%, and against the odds. That's impressive.... you're impressive. And this..."
Storm points between the two of them giving attention to the palpable tension felt in the arena and displayed by the expression on Tobin's face.
Cody Storm: "This doesn't have to be this way. I respect you Tobin. I think you and I are kindred souls, and I think deep down, without even knowing my plan, you understand it. I think you can feel that understanding. I think that terrifies you, and this anger, this lashing out against me and these men, it's just you acting out in confusion."
Cody Storm: "I think you should join me. Join this.... If I succeed with my plan you'll never have to worry about anyone holding you down ever again. You won't have to make deals with shady people to get a shot at this."
Cody rubs his palm over the OCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Cody Storm: "In the 'new industry' you'll get what you deserve not because someone knows how to politic in your favor, but because you deserve it. And because of that, it won't be abruptly taken from you like it was a few weeks ago. I know you blame me for that, but I think deep down you know once again you were just a victim of a terrible system."
Cody Storm: "But, we have more pressing matters don't we? Tonight you and I have to team up to take on C-4. I'm sure you can do the math, but I'm just going to point out the obvious anyway: that's two on three. And the question on everyone's mind is, can you trust me?"
Cody steps up to Tobin so that there's only a few feet between the two men.
Cody Storm: "I think I've given you nothing but reasons to trust me. But if you still feel that you can't trust me, trust the thirst. Trust the fact that I hate losing more than I hate anything else in this world. And trust the fact that I'm not going to make winning anymore difficult for myself than it already is. I'll be out there, and I will have your back."
With that Your World Heavyweight Champion walks around Tobin, climbs between the ropes with the masked men in tow, and they make their way to the backstage area.
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A camera cuts back on to show some time of small carnival. There are various stands for souvenirs and snacks, each one with several small wooden benches in front of them and in the middle of it all, a worn down carousal with a few children on it. Despite the rough look of the area, it is quite packed with dozens of people, some carrying large plush toys, others with food, and most hand in hand with a small child. Its not long before Trisha Waldrop steps into the camera, checking her watch.
Trisha Waldrop : Come on. Come on. Where is he?
As she finishes asking her question, King Tyga appears from behind the crowd, wearing his traditional orange and black striped mask, followed by a man who seems as if he is of some high class involving being an American douche in his dark blue jeans, grey polo, sharp sun glasses, fancy shoes, and spiked black hair with grey tips. As they get closer, King Tyga stops to sign a giant plush tiger for some kid, prompting the guy with him to tug on his shirt and point at his own watch. Tyga brushes him off and finishes walking towards Trisha, shaking her hand once he reaches the location where her group is waiting.
Trisha Waldrop : Hola, King Tyga.
Trisha turns to the man with spiked hair and holds her hand out for them to shake.
Trisha Waldrop : And you must be Mr. Tyga's translator, Mr. ?
The figure just stares at her hand before snarling and shaking his head no before looking at the interviewer.
? ? ? : Garth. Garth Jones. But you can just call me Mr. Jones.
Trisha pulls back her hand and there is a slight awkward pause before she breaks the silence.
Trisha Waldrop : So, Tyga, Garth . . .
Garth Jones : I said you can just call me Mr. Jones.
Trisha Waldrop : Right, Mr. Jones. Shall we get started?
Garth turns to Tyga and mumbles something causing Tyga to shake his head and say something back while taking steps forward.
Garth Jones : He plans to do the interview from a little ice cream parlor over this way.
As the group begins to walk towards the parlor, the cameraman turns around to get one final look of the small carnival which allows him to catch a figure in desert camo gear and a net. The figure appears to be in a hurry towards the direction of the cameraman but suddenly smacks the ground as he trips over a small child carrying a large plush tiger. The figure grabs the tiger and lets out a roar of displeasure causing a slight chuckle from the cameraman who then turns back around to show they have arrived at their destination.
Inside the parlor is nice and clean unlike the rest of the neighborhood. A short, old couple stand behind the counter that is lined up with about a dozen different types of ice cream. The group slides into a booth, Trisha and the cameraman on one side and King Tyga on the other while Garth slides up a chair and sits it in so he can rest against the back of it. Trisha gets ready to ask her series of questions but Tyga instead holds up his hand, keeping it there until the little old woman from behind the counter brings him a bowl of vanilla ice cream and a container which has golden flakes inside. The old lady turns to Trisha and offers her a bowl but Trisha shakes her head no, mimicking the motion of Garth's head. As Tyga begins to sprinkle the golden flakes onto the ice cream, Trisha starts asking her questions.
Trisha Waldrop : This certainly is a . . . a neighborhood to say the least. With your legacy, King Tyga, why do you choose to live here of all places?
King Tyga doesn't respond, instead he is simply eating his ice cream, staring off into space.
Trisha Waldrop : Do you have a relative who lives here and is sick or do you try to keep a low profile?
Once more, King Tyga just continues to eat his ice cream, causing Trisha to become slightly aggravated.
Trisha Waldrop : Is there a reason at all why you li . . .
Garth Jones : He isn't gonna answer you.
Trisha becomes a bit more aggravated at being interrupted but decides to change up her questions, hoping to get some response.
Trisha Waldrop : King Tyga, since your debut you have only won one match and suffered two brutal losses at the hands of Brother D'Angelo and General Raze, any comment on this?
This gets Tyga's attention as he slowly lowers his spoon, mumbling something under his breath before smiling.
King Tyga : Alguna vez has comido de oro con su helado? Trae un cierto botín para el sabor básico, suave. Lo mismo puede decirse acerca de mis pérdidas. Ganar puede ser un maravilloso sabor en pequeños bocados, pero cuanto más usted continúa para ganar, cuanto más se seguirá para el aburrimiento. Perder puede ayudar a hacer que sea mucho más interesante, que te dan que se esfuerzan por querer mejorar el mismo. Y por mi parte, no me avergüenzo de cualquiera de mis pérdidas cuando estaba simplemente superados.
(Have you ever eaten ice cream with your gold? It can bring a spoil for your basic, mild flavor. The same can be said about my losses. Winning can be a wonderful taste in small bites, but the more you continue to win, the more you will continue to get bored. Losing can help make you that much more interesting as you get the want tostrive to improve yourself. As for how I feel, I am not ashamed of my losses as I was simply outmatched..)
Trisha looks at Garth for an interpretation, which catches him off guard.
Garth Jones : What? You think I was listening? This guy can go on and on with his mini-tirades. All I know was he said something about gold and ice cream and losing.
Trisha shakes her head in disappointment before looking at the cameraman to assure that the technicians caught what he said and translated it in subtitles. After receiving a reassuring nod, she turns back to King Tyga who is once again eating his ice cream.
Trisha Waldrop : King Tyga, do you have any plans that might aid you in winning your next match?
Trisha waits for a response but receives nothing. Beside the table Garth is using his cellphone as a mirror so he can spike his hair up even more.
Trisha Waldrop : Do you have any plans for Road To Glory?
Once more, Trisha receives no response and the interpreter isn't much help.
Trisha Waldrop : How do you plan to keep your supposed legacy alive?
King Tyga smiles and shakes his head, taking one last bit of ice cream before sliding the bowl aside.
King Tyga : Hablas demasiado. Ven, te mostraré mi casa.
(You talk too much. Come, I shall show you my house now.)
King Tyga slides out of the booth before standing up and walking towards the door.
Garth Jones : He wants to show you his home now.
Trisha nods her head, feeling a bit pleased that the interpreter did his job. King Tyga holds the door for the trio behind him before leading them to a car in the parking lot. Before getting in, the cameraman turns to see the camo'd figure from before sticking his head out from behind the parlor, a pair of binoculars in his hand, staring straight at the group. However, he realizes he's been seen and jumps out of view, once more causing a slight chuckle from the cameraman before he gets into the small hatchback, cutting the camera off in the process.
The camera is in what appears to be a locker room.AC Cobra is pondering around the room.He's talking to himself pacing back and forth.The camera is peeked right in between the crack of the door from the outside.Right in the middle of him going back and forth his phone rings.
A.C. Cobra-Here we go!
AC waits as the phone gets to it's 4th ring before picking it up.He sighs and picks up the phone.
A.C. Cobra-Yes I know
Cobra convo is being cut off everytime he speaks. He seem to be getting frustrated with who ever he's talking to.
A.C. Cobra-Ughh what am I suppose to do?
Cobra continues to get cut off in the middle of him talking.
A.C. Cobra-But....Ok............Yes I understand
A.C. Cobra-Yes so far I know I disappointed you.
The voice didn't seem to happy with Cobra as he started yelling.You can hear grumbles but never an full dialogue from the person on the phone.A.C. takes the phone away from his ears and shakes his head.
A.C. Cobra-Yes I'm still here.I'm ready to roll now honestly. I think some things are in motion.I talked to........
Right before AC can finish telling us who he talked to he stops in the middle of his sentence.
AC puts the phone down and looks towards the door.He's walking slowly towards the door taking his sweet time creeping on the door as if an pedophile is on the other end waiting on him.
A.C. Cobra-Who's there?
The camera man begins to back up as Cobra gets closer to the door.AC sticks his head out door wags his index finger at the camera man closes the door then proceed with his phone call.
Jacob Trance vs Little Dagger
???: "Cody, the phone's for you hun."
The camera follows Cherese Lee-Storm into The Champ's dressing room as moves across the room to hand the phone to her husband, who's sitting on the couch staring at the championship in his hand. He places it over his shoulder and rises to take the phone.
Cody Storm: "Hello, this is Your World Heavyweight Champion speaking, what can I do for you today?"
A voice can be heard coming from the phone, but the voice is indistinguishable and the words inaudible.
Cody Storm: "Calm down. Stop yelling. I swear to God..... How are you even angry at me for this? This is what you used to want, I just finally got to a position to fight for it."
Cody Storm: "I don't care how it makes you or your company look! They'll do what I ask them to because they know I'm right. Whatever Jay, I don't have time to talk about this."
Cody ends the call and hands the phone back to his wife.
Cody Storm: "Here, take this please, I gotta get changed."
Cherese Lee-Storm: "What are you talking about? You have a match tonight and you're already in your gear."
Cody walks over to his gym bag lying next to the couch and begins digging through it.
Cody Storm: "Didn't you see what Tobin was wearing out there?"
Cherese Lee-Storm: "Yeah, his Franchise tribute singlet. So?"
Cody Storm: "So, sometimes you have to go the extra mile to make someone feel welcome. It's the little things that matter...."
The camera pans away with your World Heavyweight Champion still digging through his bag.
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