Post by Oh-Oh on Jan 2, 2023 15:21:32 GMT -5
"I.... WANNA ROCK N ROLL....(slurred speech)....ALL-NIGHT..."
We open to The New British Television Champion doing his best to locate the exit of the area. Oxford Osland is flanked by Liam Beesley, who seems to be both escorting and assisting Osland.
(Slurred) - "AND PARATAY...EVERYDAY!!"
Osland starts to play air guitar with the newly minted British Television Championship.
CRRRASSSSHHHH!
Osland stumbles into a couple of garbage cans. Our champion is having a tough time finding is equilibrium. If that wasnt enough, The Self-Professed; 'King of Britain' is still wearing his wounds from his epic battle with Spike Kane just short time ago.
Osland: "WOOOOOOO!! Check this out Liam..."
Osland takes his championship belt and latches it on the tightest snap. He puts it on his head, as if it were a crown.
Osland: "Bow down peasants...your King is.."
Osland falls forward, face first on the cement floor. Upon contact, Osland's nose and lip start bleeding.
Beesley: "Bloody Hell... Get up."
[...]
Liam snatches Osland by seat of his tights and yanks him up.
Beesley: "I said, GET UP!"
Osland chuckles to himself, but it's abundantly clear that he's not in his right mind. Talk about wearing one's war wounds, it appears as though Osland is out of on his feet. Liam may not be a doctor, but he's almost certain that Osland has a concussion.
Beesley: "We need to get you out of here..."
Osland: "Nah.. Nah... The Party is just getting started. The people of the commonwealth... (slurred)... (Osland leans against a brick wall and falls asleep.)
Liam now drapes Osland over his shoulder and his essentially walking him out of the backstage area and to the parking garage. As they open the door, Katie Moss is there waiting. Osland snaps out of it, or at least tried to when he sees Katie standing there with her live mic in hand.
Osland: "Hey Darling, (slurs) we're going to celebrate..."
Moss: "I'm here with the New British Television Champion... But I've got to say, if you're the winner... I would hate to see the loser at this point in time."
Osland: "Are you flirting with me?"
Osland's ability to keep a coherent thought for five seconds seems to have exhausted him, as he now leans all of his weight onto Beesley's shoulders once again.
Moss: "You were on the receiving end of one of brutal beating at the hands of Spike Kane..."
Osland: "Just like you'll be on the receiving end of..." (voice trails off...)
It's clear Osland can't keep his thoughts together. He looks to Beesley.
Osland: "Wait... is that true?"
The sounds of engines revving echo throughout the parking garage.
[The Skulls of Grimm.]
[Eddie Havok.]
Osland ignores Katie Moss' next question and repurposes his Television Championship over his right shoulder. Osland stumbles, but does his best to keep it together as he decides to approach the four bikers.
It appears as though they are celebrating Eddie Havok's victory from earlier this evening, and the revving of engines is designed to sound like a 'war cry' of some sort.
Osland: "At Ease Peasants!"
[Dead Silence.]
The Skulls of Grimm look at each other, and then to their leader. Cade Allen seems to take a special interest in Osland's words and state of being.
Osland: "Your fearless leader is here..."
The British Television Championship slides off of Osland's shoulder and nearly hits the ground. Cade Allen's quick reflexes prevent the championship from colliding with the concrete. The Skulls break out into mocking laughter for a moment, but it's Cade Allen who steps forward and shoves the British Television Championship into Osland's chest with enough force that he falls out.
Beesley: "That' enough gentlemen. You can see he's had his fair share this evening."
Osland stumbles to his feet.
Osland: "Ooooo, the big bad biker dudes want to flex on me when it's..." (Osland looks down at his hands and begins to count.)
(Indiscreet whispering.)
Osland: "Uh, seven of you..."
Allen: "I've listened to all I can handle for one night."
Cade rears back with a closed fist, but Eddie Havok steps up and uses an over arching arm-lock tp prevent Cade Allen's first from punching a hole in Osland's face.
Osland winces, and can't even bring his hands up to protect himself.
Liam Beesley is about to step in front of the blow to take one for the team.
Havok: "He's not worth it..."
Osland: "See, See... this guy knows who I am."
Allen: "What is this? Charity?"
The skulls begin to hoot and holler. 'Let's waste him'.
Osland: "No alcohol for me tonight lads... but have a few for your highness."
Havok: "Hey, trainer man. A word?"
Beesley looks around, and realizes pretty quickly he doesn't have much of a choice.
Havok: "Your boy here, Osland. He has a big mouth..."
Beesley: "Yeah, I've been trying to get him to work on that... but..."
Havok: "I saw the beating he took earlier, so we're going to chalk this up to a misunderstanding and let you both slide."
Beesley: "That's a relief."
Havok: "However, he's not going to remember this in the morning... But I'm going to have to make this right with Cade and the rest of the boys, you understand?"
Beesley: "Sure Sure... Whatever you need."
We look as Osland starts to use his Television Championship as a guitar once again. We watch as he rocks out in front of the Skulls of Grimm and it's taking every ounce of their patience not to go against the words of their leader, Eddie Havok.
Havok: "The way I see it... He owes me one."
Eddie gets close and taps Liam on the chest twice.
Havok: You... Owe... Us."
Liam gulps, while he's capable of taking care of himself. Getting on the bad side of a notorious biker gang isn't the way to do it. If they can't get you, they'll get the ones close to you. Innocent or not, that's the way they send a message.
Beesley: "We'll make this right... you have my word."
Havok: Now, get out of here."
Beesley nods, walks over to Osland and drapes him over his shoulder once again - but this time they are headed over to their black SUV, and they're getting out of dodge.
Osland: "AND PARTAY.... EVERYDAY!!!... WOWOW WWWWOOOOOO!"
Once Osland and Beesley are inside their vehicle and out of earshot, Allen and Havok have their final word.
Allen: "So what gives, you get them on the payroll?"
Havok: "Even better. They owe us a favour."
[Cut.]
We open to The New British Television Champion doing his best to locate the exit of the area. Oxford Osland is flanked by Liam Beesley, who seems to be both escorting and assisting Osland.
(Slurred) - "AND PARATAY...EVERYDAY!!"
Osland starts to play air guitar with the newly minted British Television Championship.
CRRRASSSSHHHH!
Osland stumbles into a couple of garbage cans. Our champion is having a tough time finding is equilibrium. If that wasnt enough, The Self-Professed; 'King of Britain' is still wearing his wounds from his epic battle with Spike Kane just short time ago.
Osland: "WOOOOOOO!! Check this out Liam..."
Osland takes his championship belt and latches it on the tightest snap. He puts it on his head, as if it were a crown.
Osland: "Bow down peasants...your King is.."
Osland falls forward, face first on the cement floor. Upon contact, Osland's nose and lip start bleeding.
Beesley: "Bloody Hell... Get up."
[...]
Liam snatches Osland by seat of his tights and yanks him up.
Beesley: "I said, GET UP!"
Osland chuckles to himself, but it's abundantly clear that he's not in his right mind. Talk about wearing one's war wounds, it appears as though Osland is out of on his feet. Liam may not be a doctor, but he's almost certain that Osland has a concussion.
Beesley: "We need to get you out of here..."
Osland: "Nah.. Nah... The Party is just getting started. The people of the commonwealth... (slurred)... (Osland leans against a brick wall and falls asleep.)
Liam now drapes Osland over his shoulder and his essentially walking him out of the backstage area and to the parking garage. As they open the door, Katie Moss is there waiting. Osland snaps out of it, or at least tried to when he sees Katie standing there with her live mic in hand.
Osland: "Hey Darling, (slurs) we're going to celebrate..."
Moss: "I'm here with the New British Television Champion... But I've got to say, if you're the winner... I would hate to see the loser at this point in time."
Osland: "Are you flirting with me?"
Osland's ability to keep a coherent thought for five seconds seems to have exhausted him, as he now leans all of his weight onto Beesley's shoulders once again.
Moss: "You were on the receiving end of one of brutal beating at the hands of Spike Kane..."
Osland: "Just like you'll be on the receiving end of..." (voice trails off...)
It's clear Osland can't keep his thoughts together. He looks to Beesley.
Osland: "Wait... is that true?"
The sounds of engines revving echo throughout the parking garage.
[The Skulls of Grimm.]
[Eddie Havok.]
Osland ignores Katie Moss' next question and repurposes his Television Championship over his right shoulder. Osland stumbles, but does his best to keep it together as he decides to approach the four bikers.
It appears as though they are celebrating Eddie Havok's victory from earlier this evening, and the revving of engines is designed to sound like a 'war cry' of some sort.
Osland: "At Ease Peasants!"
[Dead Silence.]
The Skulls of Grimm look at each other, and then to their leader. Cade Allen seems to take a special interest in Osland's words and state of being.
Osland: "Your fearless leader is here..."
The British Television Championship slides off of Osland's shoulder and nearly hits the ground. Cade Allen's quick reflexes prevent the championship from colliding with the concrete. The Skulls break out into mocking laughter for a moment, but it's Cade Allen who steps forward and shoves the British Television Championship into Osland's chest with enough force that he falls out.
Beesley: "That' enough gentlemen. You can see he's had his fair share this evening."
Osland stumbles to his feet.
Osland: "Ooooo, the big bad biker dudes want to flex on me when it's..." (Osland looks down at his hands and begins to count.)
(Indiscreet whispering.)
Osland: "Uh, seven of you..."
Allen: "I've listened to all I can handle for one night."
Cade rears back with a closed fist, but Eddie Havok steps up and uses an over arching arm-lock tp prevent Cade Allen's first from punching a hole in Osland's face.
Osland winces, and can't even bring his hands up to protect himself.
Liam Beesley is about to step in front of the blow to take one for the team.
Havok: "He's not worth it..."
Osland: "See, See... this guy knows who I am."
Allen: "What is this? Charity?"
The skulls begin to hoot and holler. 'Let's waste him'.
Osland: "No alcohol for me tonight lads... but have a few for your highness."
Havok: "Hey, trainer man. A word?"
Beesley looks around, and realizes pretty quickly he doesn't have much of a choice.
Havok: "Your boy here, Osland. He has a big mouth..."
Beesley: "Yeah, I've been trying to get him to work on that... but..."
Havok: "I saw the beating he took earlier, so we're going to chalk this up to a misunderstanding and let you both slide."
Beesley: "That's a relief."
Havok: "However, he's not going to remember this in the morning... But I'm going to have to make this right with Cade and the rest of the boys, you understand?"
Beesley: "Sure Sure... Whatever you need."
We look as Osland starts to use his Television Championship as a guitar once again. We watch as he rocks out in front of the Skulls of Grimm and it's taking every ounce of their patience not to go against the words of their leader, Eddie Havok.
Havok: "The way I see it... He owes me one."
Eddie gets close and taps Liam on the chest twice.
Havok: You... Owe... Us."
Liam gulps, while he's capable of taking care of himself. Getting on the bad side of a notorious biker gang isn't the way to do it. If they can't get you, they'll get the ones close to you. Innocent or not, that's the way they send a message.
Beesley: "We'll make this right... you have my word."
Havok: Now, get out of here."
Beesley nods, walks over to Osland and drapes him over his shoulder once again - but this time they are headed over to their black SUV, and they're getting out of dodge.
Osland: "AND PARTAY.... EVERYDAY!!!... WOWOW WWWWOOOOOO!"
Once Osland and Beesley are inside their vehicle and out of earshot, Allen and Havok have their final word.
Allen: "So what gives, you get them on the payroll?"
Havok: "Even better. They owe us a favour."
[Cut.]