Britain Is Mine!

[Oh-Oh]

Rows of steel folding chairs sit idly by in front of a large wooden podium at an undisclosed location. The camera pans around to see an empty room, but the way it's situated one might deduce that a slew of reporters are one their way. After a few moments, W:UK's own Katie Moss walks through the side door and looks around. She checks her watch, and takes a second look before taking a seat in the front row.

"Great! You made it."

We watch as Katie winces.

It's been nearly eight months, but like anyone with PTSD, Katie Moss is immediately brought back to those dark and ugly places where she struggled to control her feelings. Only one man from his past could illicit such a strong physical response.

[Oxford Osland.]

Moss: "Uh, I can't do this..."

Katie stands up and is about to walk out.

Osland: "Whoa Whoa... Our event is just about to begin."

Katie scans the room for a third time.

Yup.

Just her.

Moss: "Event? You said 2pm and we're nearly ten past and there aren't any vehicles parked outside."

Osland: "You're the guest of honour. See, I heard you were still clinging to the life in W:UK as their lead reporter. "

Osland produces an android device with excellent picture and video quality.

Osland: "Take this. When I give the signal, you press that red button right there. Do you think you can handle that?"  

Katie rolls her eyes so hard that she can see the back of her skull.

Moss: (Shutters) "Let's get this over with."

Osland walks up to the podium and stands overlooking a mass of chairs and Katie Moss. 

Osland: "Now, when I give the signal, you press record."

[...]

Osland winks.

Moss dry heaves.

[Action.]

Osland: (Loud) "Here Ye! Here Ye!"

Osland looks proud of himself.

Osland: "I have gathered all of you peasants and tossers alike...

"That's British Talk - Osland pulls the microphone away to ensure Katie Moss is following along. 

Osland: "To inform you all that in a few short months there is going to be a Brand New KING of Britain!

Moss facepalms. 

Osland: "That's right, you heard it here first. Oxford Osland is going to waltz into Wrestle:UK and win the Championship Tournament to crown the NEW KING OF BRITIAIN!"

Katie Moss can't help but correct him.

Moss: "It’s actually called..."

Osland: "SILENCE!"

Katie nearly launches the android at Osland, but remains professional.

Osland: "As I was saying. It's bloody brilliant that Mr. Blood has organized a tournament to take place over the next few months to crown British Royalty. I mean, if there was ever a need, now is the time. Facts are facts."

Osland speaks in a tone that's akin to a parent breaking bad news to their child in the nicest way possible.

Osland: "King Charles is a SIMP!"

[...]

Osland: "Let's review shall we. First, he decided to sport that same wretched haircut for the past 30 years. SIMP! Second, he cheats on his bombshell wife with a total three and a half. SIMP! Third, the man can barely keep his family together. One of his son's denounced the royal ways in the public eye! SIMP!"

"And that is man who now leads this nation?"

Osland Scoffs. 

Osland: "As I said, my ascent to the top of W:UK couldn't have come at a better time. With that ascent comes a trail of broken bodies that I'll lay in my wake."

A shit-eating grin follows.

Osland: "At The Aftermath in Liverpool, MY LEGACY starts with 'The Bad Man'. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Osland motions for Katie to come closer. She obliges through gritted teeth.

Osland: "I've been watching from afar, and there is no doubt in my mind that The Bastard's have professional wrestling by the short and curly's. They've dominated wherever they've been and there hasn't been much resistance to be perfectly fair. But when Gus Arnold shared his vision with me and the wheels were put in motions over a month ago - I knew it was only a matter of time."

"With Leon Van Zandt and Jay Stevens taking care of business in the Tag Team Gauntlet, that essentially opened up the flood gates. The inevitable showdown between Us and Them was about to become a reality. So why wait? Our paths are bound to cross, so why not up the ante and have us competing against one and other for championship gold."

"Truth be told, our cohesive group of grapplers have been brought together to create change both metaphorically and physically. In order for the change to be impactful, it needs to start at the top of the house and trickle down from there. While I wouldn't lump the likes of Frank Windsor, Rob Riot and Billy Fowler into the same category as some of these other clout-chasing and hot-shotting neophytes that walked into our business with a catch phrase and a 'look'."

"Why start at the top?"

"Why not?"

"But in order for our message to take shape, our actions must align with our words."

[Osland couldn't be feeling himself anymore at this point.]

Osland: "Step One. Show up and Cause Chaos."

Check.

"Step Two. Target the biggest menace and the rest of his people."

Check.

"Step Three. Cease opportunities that are presented."

Check.

"You see Frank, other than that one fight we had in jail, I haven't had the pleasure. This time, the elements are more to my liking - a place where I do my best work. That's right, inside that squared circle."

"Now, any questions?"

[...]

[Crickets.]

Osland winks again, which signals to Katie that she can stop recording.

Osland: "I need you to leak that all over the internet, capiche?"

Katie looks to summon the words, but at this point less is more.

Moss: "Sure thing."

Osland: "Did you notice I was throwing in some local slang there?"

Kate is so done with this.

She walks off.

Osland: "You'll be back!"

[Cut.]