Post by Oh-Oh on Jan 6, 2023 13:39:02 GMT -5
We open outside of a clinic in downtown Edinburgh. Liam Beesley paces the sidewalk while glancing down at his watch. A few moments pass before the current British Television Champion emerges.
Osland: "Well, the doc confirmed that I don't have scrambled eggs for brains."
Beesley doesn't say anything, he merely watches to gauge his own opinion on Osland's current mental state.
Osland: "Now that this nonsense is behind us, what do you say we hit the Greek Islands for a wee trip before we circle back to the United Kingdom. The way I see it, we can start by visiting every major city in Scotland, and address my people like the true leader that I am."
Beesley can't bare to watch his charge carry on any further.
Beesley: "While I know you've had your heart set on some presidential sweep through the United Kingdom, but you're going to have to put all of that on hold."
Osland: "Not going to happen. I've been in the trenches for weeks battling top guys in Wrestle:UK. Now that I'm champion, I have sway with the office and I'm going to walk in there and tell them that I need a mini-vacation."
Beesley: "Legacy 11 is right around the corner, and since you've been out of it the past few days I neglected to tell you that you're booked."
Osland: "Booked? Already?"
Beesley: "Indeed. Kalmin Watts."
Osland: "Isn't that the guy who injured his knee last time out?"
Beesley: That's him."
Osland thinks for a moment, before unveiling his plan.
Osland: "Perfect. I'll just call Kalmim and see if he wants to postpone our match since he's clearly in no shape to compete. Hell, a rain-check would suit both of us just fine right about now, so why not?"
Beesley: "It doesn't work that way. Nor will it ever. You're now in possession of The British Television Championship. The entire locker room is going to be gunning for you. Kalmin Watts is merely the first in a long line of potential challengers. The silver-lining here, is Mr. Blood has ruled that this match isn't for your championship."
Osland makes a screwface. His mood completely changes.
Osland: "Wait, is Mr. Blood trying to protect me? Does he not know who I am? I took an oath that as the new King of Britain I would walk in faith and serve the peasants that inhabit the UK by being fearless."
Osland rubs his chin.
Osland: "In fact, I'm insulted. Cancel that flight to Greece Liam, We've got work to do."
Liam is at a loss for words. There was no flight booked, and they just spent the past five minutes discussing how this fantasy-land trip that Osland wanted to take would be impossible.
Osland: "Scratch needing Kalmin's number to discuss a rain-check, I need Mr. Blood's number, stat."
More crickets from Beesley. Liam is Osland's trainer, not his secretary. Beesley looks Osland up and down.
Osland: "Cmon, on with it. I need to make sure Mr. Blood knows that happiness and well-being of my people is of the utmost importance. Alas, they won't ever be pleased unless I defend their honour, and the honour of the United Kingdom. Thus, it is my ruling that I will put my prestigious British Television Championship on-the-line against Kalmin Watts at Legacy #11."
Osland does the royal wave to those who walk past them. He is greeted with looks of disdain and disgust.
Beesley: "Are you always like this?"
Osland: "Like what?"
Beesley: "This."
Osland: (Shrug) "Thank you for the compliment."
Beesley resists the urge to smack some sense into Osland.
Beesley: "You know, when Gus asked me to look after your career, I did so without understand to the extent the 'looking after part' entailed."
Osland: "Right on chap, you're a bloody good sport now aren't ya? Better yet, I want to arrange a meeting with Mr. Blood immediately to discuss these developments."
Beesley clicks the remote starter to the Black SUV they've been driving around town. Osland realizes it's time to carry on with their day, but not before another set of details are revealed to our hero.
Beesley: "By the way, you might want to be looking over your shoulder for the next little while."
Osland: "I always do, so the papparazzi can catch all of my best angles. Besides, I want to be ready to greet my allegiance of fans whenever they want to approach."
Beesley: "Yeah, that's not what I meant. You see, while you were 'out of it' the other night after the Pay-Per-View. There was an incident where you unknowingly approached and insulted The Skulls of Grimm and their leader, Eddie Havok."
Osland: "That was totally willingly. I walked right up to those clowns, and I made sure they weren't absolved from bending their knee in respect to their highness. In fact, I think they received the message loud and clear."
Beesley: "Actually, Cade Allen nearly made you part of the cement, and would've done so if it hadn't of been for Eddie Havok calling him off."
Osland: "Pfft, the last thing I am, is scared."
Beesley: "Havok let you slide, and he said that he would be coming to collect sometime soon. As I said, watch your back for the next little while and maybe this will blow over."
Osland snarls.
Osland: "Look, Liam... If all of this is too much for you, just say so. The way I see it, I'm the centrepiece of Wrestle:UK, and you're fortunate enough to be standing here beside me. A shot to the arm of your professional career if there ever was one. I appreciate you looking out for my best interest, but I have the gift of gab and can negotiate with the best of them. I won't be avoiding anyone. In fact, I'll search Eddie Havok out, and make sure he's aware of who's running things around here."
Beesley facepalms before they enter the SUV and drive away.
[Cut.]
Osland: "Well, the doc confirmed that I don't have scrambled eggs for brains."
Beesley doesn't say anything, he merely watches to gauge his own opinion on Osland's current mental state.
Osland: "Now that this nonsense is behind us, what do you say we hit the Greek Islands for a wee trip before we circle back to the United Kingdom. The way I see it, we can start by visiting every major city in Scotland, and address my people like the true leader that I am."
Beesley can't bare to watch his charge carry on any further.
Beesley: "While I know you've had your heart set on some presidential sweep through the United Kingdom, but you're going to have to put all of that on hold."
Osland: "Not going to happen. I've been in the trenches for weeks battling top guys in Wrestle:UK. Now that I'm champion, I have sway with the office and I'm going to walk in there and tell them that I need a mini-vacation."
Beesley: "Legacy 11 is right around the corner, and since you've been out of it the past few days I neglected to tell you that you're booked."
Osland: "Booked? Already?"
Beesley: "Indeed. Kalmin Watts."
Osland: "Isn't that the guy who injured his knee last time out?"
Beesley: That's him."
Osland thinks for a moment, before unveiling his plan.
Osland: "Perfect. I'll just call Kalmim and see if he wants to postpone our match since he's clearly in no shape to compete. Hell, a rain-check would suit both of us just fine right about now, so why not?"
Beesley: "It doesn't work that way. Nor will it ever. You're now in possession of The British Television Championship. The entire locker room is going to be gunning for you. Kalmin Watts is merely the first in a long line of potential challengers. The silver-lining here, is Mr. Blood has ruled that this match isn't for your championship."
Osland makes a screwface. His mood completely changes.
Osland: "Wait, is Mr. Blood trying to protect me? Does he not know who I am? I took an oath that as the new King of Britain I would walk in faith and serve the peasants that inhabit the UK by being fearless."
Osland rubs his chin.
Osland: "In fact, I'm insulted. Cancel that flight to Greece Liam, We've got work to do."
Liam is at a loss for words. There was no flight booked, and they just spent the past five minutes discussing how this fantasy-land trip that Osland wanted to take would be impossible.
Osland: "Scratch needing Kalmin's number to discuss a rain-check, I need Mr. Blood's number, stat."
More crickets from Beesley. Liam is Osland's trainer, not his secretary. Beesley looks Osland up and down.
Osland: "Cmon, on with it. I need to make sure Mr. Blood knows that happiness and well-being of my people is of the utmost importance. Alas, they won't ever be pleased unless I defend their honour, and the honour of the United Kingdom. Thus, it is my ruling that I will put my prestigious British Television Championship on-the-line against Kalmin Watts at Legacy #11."
Osland does the royal wave to those who walk past them. He is greeted with looks of disdain and disgust.
Beesley: "Are you always like this?"
Osland: "Like what?"
Beesley: "This."
Osland: (Shrug) "Thank you for the compliment."
Beesley resists the urge to smack some sense into Osland.
Beesley: "You know, when Gus asked me to look after your career, I did so without understand to the extent the 'looking after part' entailed."
Osland: "Right on chap, you're a bloody good sport now aren't ya? Better yet, I want to arrange a meeting with Mr. Blood immediately to discuss these developments."
Beesley clicks the remote starter to the Black SUV they've been driving around town. Osland realizes it's time to carry on with their day, but not before another set of details are revealed to our hero.
Beesley: "By the way, you might want to be looking over your shoulder for the next little while."
Osland: "I always do, so the papparazzi can catch all of my best angles. Besides, I want to be ready to greet my allegiance of fans whenever they want to approach."
Beesley: "Yeah, that's not what I meant. You see, while you were 'out of it' the other night after the Pay-Per-View. There was an incident where you unknowingly approached and insulted The Skulls of Grimm and their leader, Eddie Havok."
Osland: "That was totally willingly. I walked right up to those clowns, and I made sure they weren't absolved from bending their knee in respect to their highness. In fact, I think they received the message loud and clear."
Beesley: "Actually, Cade Allen nearly made you part of the cement, and would've done so if it hadn't of been for Eddie Havok calling him off."
Osland: "Pfft, the last thing I am, is scared."
Beesley: "Havok let you slide, and he said that he would be coming to collect sometime soon. As I said, watch your back for the next little while and maybe this will blow over."
Osland snarls.
Osland: "Look, Liam... If all of this is too much for you, just say so. The way I see it, I'm the centrepiece of Wrestle:UK, and you're fortunate enough to be standing here beside me. A shot to the arm of your professional career if there ever was one. I appreciate you looking out for my best interest, but I have the gift of gab and can negotiate with the best of them. I won't be avoiding anyone. In fact, I'll search Eddie Havok out, and make sure he's aware of who's running things around here."
Beesley facepalms before they enter the SUV and drive away.
[Cut.]