Full Circle

"My career has come full circle."

[We recognize the voice.]

"It was only a matter of time."

[It's unmistakeable.]

"While I couldn't have predicted the scenario, I always knew I would be back someday."

[Up.]

[Oxford Osland stands behind a webbed cage with his fingers hanging through the steel. Draped over his left shoulder is one of the SWAT World Tag Team Championships belts.]

"I'm back."

[The Smirk of All Smirks.]

"While I might've left Northern Pro Wrestling in my rearview mirror, I've been keeping tabs on the comings and goings of the once upstart Canadian Promotion as it elevated itself to an international darling. The wrestlers who now call Northern Pro Wrestling their 'home' wouldn't have a pot to piss in if I hadn't spilled my blood for the promotion four years ago."

"You're welcome."

[...]

"That includes you, Jesse Jamester."

"Oh, where are my manners? I don't believe the two of us have been formally introduced."

[Osland puts his right hand through the bars on the cage as if he were extending it to shake someone's hand.]

"I'm Oxford Osland, one half of the best tag team in professional wrestling. One fifth of the most ruthless and cunning stable in the world today. I'm also, the best wrestler that Gus Arnold has had a hand in promoting."

"Whether the old man wants to admit it or not."

[Osland winks into the camera.]

"It seems as though Gus fancies your leadership, Jesse. Don't let it get to your head though. There were many before you, and there will be many after you. But for now, you're sitting at the adult table with a modi of stroke and suddenly you're issuing big boy challenges to a pack of wolves that have already picked your bones dry. So what's in it for us? I mean, Keith has already accepted this 'Great Northern War' match and enlisted my services in the process. I would be counting my lucky stars if I were you, Jesse. You have nothing that we want, nothing that we need. The Council of Chaos that you brought to Northern Pro have all been decimated at the hands of The ReVenants. Keith Williams has already pinned your shoulders to the mat at August on the Atlantic. So I'll ask again..."

"What's in it for us?"

"I mean, we've already taken just about everything away from you. As far as I can tell, we're the ones doing your a favour."

[Osland smirks.]

"We're doing you a favour while you reek of desperation."

"If, and this is a big IF..."

[Dramatic Pause.]

"If you're able to bribe and coerce other members of the Northern Pro Wrestling roster to stand alongside of you inside of a two ring steel cage. Well now, you would've graduated from that two-bit scam artist we know you are, and elevated yourself the the full blown con-man you were destined to be."

"A leopard can't change his spots. While you might've convinced yourself that you're on this new path of righteousness, you're not fooling me. You might be able to deceive the Northern Pro faithful, but that's not saying very much."

"So, if you are successful in finding four other schleps to fight your battle for you at the Great Northern War - it will truly be your greatest act of deceit. Based on your track record, I'm not sure you've endeared yourself to anyone where they could conceivably trust you."

[Osland holds his stomach, feigning a belly laugh.]

"Once again Oxford Osland will be gracing the Northern Pro audience with his presence. This time, I won't be alone. Our band of brothers is going to publish the book on team chemistry."

[Osland taps his SWAT World Tag Team Championship Belt.]

"This is the symbol of team excellence. Something that the likes of Jesse Jamester will never be privy to. I suggest you get your wills and powers of attorney's in order, because I'm not sure I see you walking away from this match without putting your life at risk. Should you make the walk of shame to the double cage alone - well, the five of us are going to have us an old fashioned reptile cookout."

[Osland seems pleased with himself.]

"First it was a dog collar match, now it's The Great Northern War."

"There isn't anything that the ReVenants can't do."

"The women love us. Our Peers can't stand us. Don't let the smooth taste fool you - we enjoy getting our hands dirty and inflicting unspeakable pain on our adversaries."

[Osland glances down at his championship belt once again.]

"All of this chatter leads to nothing but pain and suffering for you Tong and Phatom Fairtex. Finally the four of us take our rightful place in the Main Event of SWAT's next wrestling showcase. The SWAT World Tag Team Titles have most certainly gotten a lift now that two bonafide main event players have decided to continue their onslaught against the best tandems in the world."

"The Anzac cup was our personal launching pads. Our follow up victory over Team Fairtex solidified us as the very best tag team in professional wrestling. All there's left now is to go out there and prove it on a nightly basis."

"Ask the KGB Death Squad if they found a sweet spot when we were chained together. Ask them what it felt like to have two masterful technicians who were able to adapt to their settings like apex predators and develop a taste for blood. Ask them if they saw the fire in our eyes, and the angst in our souls."

"Do you want to take us there?"

"Are you curious as to what that looks like?"

[Osland chuckles.]

"Jesse Jamester wants The Revs in a cage..."

"Team Fairtex wants their World Tag Team Championships back."

"What's that old adage?"

[Index finger to temple.]

[Cold.]

[Bold.]

"Be careful what you wish for."

[Static.]