Post by Oh-Oh on Dec 13, 2022 11:40:37 GMT -5
Our scene opens in the underground garage at the Usher’s Hall arena in Edinburgh. While the W:UK Commonwealth Championship match has the fans glued to their seats, one member of the roster is looking to remain inconspicuous as he departs the arena. However, it was not to be. Resident reporter Katie Moss has seemingly followed her target through the halls backstage to the garage area. Katie has brought a camera person along with her.
“Oxford… A word?”
Our hero turns around and lowers his dark sunglasses. A smirk and a wink follow as Katie does her best to carry on without dry-heaving.
Moss: “After your victory tonight, you’ve advanced to the finals of the British Television Championship Tournament. What’s going through your mind?”
Osland thinks for a minute as Katie certainly left herself open for a plethora of advances based on how she framed her question. Osland looks to his left shoulder, as if he heard something.
Katie furrows her brow, wondering why his response is taking so long.
Osland shifts to his right shoulder for a moment, and provides similar facial expressions without uttering a spoken word. Osland raises his eyebrows a few times before speaking.
Osland: “That’s a loaded question Katie. If you really want to know, I’ll slide you my UK cell phone number at the end of our conversation.”
Katie feigns a smile through gritted teeth.
Osland: "As for now, I’d like to keep this conversation professional, so please… try to contain yourself.”
Katie turns around abruptly and begins to walk away. At this point, Osland hasn’t noticed, and he begins to speak.
Osland: “After tonight’s match it’s safe to say there is a whole lot of side action going on around me that I don’t understand. Here I am trying to showcase my abilities, and before long my ring is littered with a bunch of Neanderthals carrying out their angst against one and other.”
Osland pauses and turns to where Katie Moss was standing. When he realizes she’s no longer there, Osland does a quick scan of the parking garage and notices that Katie is nowhere to be found.
Osland: “Did you see where she went?”
The camera person shrugs, hoping this awkward moment will pass without further incident.
Osland: “I’ll email her my number later. Now… where were we.”
Osland does his best to stay composed.
Osland: “I made it very clear when this tournament was announced that I planned to be the one standing at the end. By Royal Decree I spoke about how The Commonwealth was in desperate need of change. I proclaimed that the United Kingdom has fallen on hard times, and how it was my duty to bring us all back to prominence.”
Osland chuckles as he’s clearly proud of himself in this moment.
Osland: “The gravity of these words and my future intentions aren’t to be taken lightly. As I inch closer to achieving my goal, I realize that there is still much more to accomplish prior to my date with destiny At New Year’s Brawl on January 1st.”
“In saying that, I will devote these next two weeks to not only honing my skills on the mat with my trainer Liam Beesley…”
Osland pauses for effect, as if to show that he’s delivering news that was otherwise only privy to those within his circle.
Osland: “But I will also immerse myself into this culture, so we can all be better for it.”
Just then a stretch black Mercedes SUV pulls up, which garners Osland’s full attention. Liam Beesley is driving, Gus Arnold is in the front seat – while Leon Van Zandt and Jay Stevens sit in the back.
Osland: “Which reminds me, It’s been a little over two months since we showed up here to stake our claim as the best professional wrestlers in the world. Leon, Jay and myself all have championship matches to prepare for on January 1st. This is only the beginning…”
Osland smirks in the direction of the camera before getting into the SUV before it drives out of the garage and onto the streets of Edinburgh.
Cut.
“Oxford… A word?”
Our hero turns around and lowers his dark sunglasses. A smirk and a wink follow as Katie does her best to carry on without dry-heaving.
Moss: “After your victory tonight, you’ve advanced to the finals of the British Television Championship Tournament. What’s going through your mind?”
Osland thinks for a minute as Katie certainly left herself open for a plethora of advances based on how she framed her question. Osland looks to his left shoulder, as if he heard something.
Katie furrows her brow, wondering why his response is taking so long.
Osland shifts to his right shoulder for a moment, and provides similar facial expressions without uttering a spoken word. Osland raises his eyebrows a few times before speaking.
Osland: “That’s a loaded question Katie. If you really want to know, I’ll slide you my UK cell phone number at the end of our conversation.”
Katie feigns a smile through gritted teeth.
Osland: "As for now, I’d like to keep this conversation professional, so please… try to contain yourself.”
Katie turns around abruptly and begins to walk away. At this point, Osland hasn’t noticed, and he begins to speak.
Osland: “After tonight’s match it’s safe to say there is a whole lot of side action going on around me that I don’t understand. Here I am trying to showcase my abilities, and before long my ring is littered with a bunch of Neanderthals carrying out their angst against one and other.”
Osland pauses and turns to where Katie Moss was standing. When he realizes she’s no longer there, Osland does a quick scan of the parking garage and notices that Katie is nowhere to be found.
Osland: “Did you see where she went?”
The camera person shrugs, hoping this awkward moment will pass without further incident.
Osland: “I’ll email her my number later. Now… where were we.”
Osland does his best to stay composed.
Osland: “I made it very clear when this tournament was announced that I planned to be the one standing at the end. By Royal Decree I spoke about how The Commonwealth was in desperate need of change. I proclaimed that the United Kingdom has fallen on hard times, and how it was my duty to bring us all back to prominence.”
Osland chuckles as he’s clearly proud of himself in this moment.
Osland: “The gravity of these words and my future intentions aren’t to be taken lightly. As I inch closer to achieving my goal, I realize that there is still much more to accomplish prior to my date with destiny At New Year’s Brawl on January 1st.”
“In saying that, I will devote these next two weeks to not only honing my skills on the mat with my trainer Liam Beesley…”
Osland pauses for effect, as if to show that he’s delivering news that was otherwise only privy to those within his circle.
Osland: “But I will also immerse myself into this culture, so we can all be better for it.”
Just then a stretch black Mercedes SUV pulls up, which garners Osland’s full attention. Liam Beesley is driving, Gus Arnold is in the front seat – while Leon Van Zandt and Jay Stevens sit in the back.
Osland: “Which reminds me, It’s been a little over two months since we showed up here to stake our claim as the best professional wrestlers in the world. Leon, Jay and myself all have championship matches to prepare for on January 1st. This is only the beginning…”
Osland smirks in the direction of the camera before getting into the SUV before it drives out of the garage and onto the streets of Edinburgh.
Cut.