A Suicide Mission [Oxford Osland]
Nov 5, 2021 13:27:20 GMT -5
SWAT eFed, Jesse Jamester, and 2 more like this
Post by BRAVE1 on Nov 5, 2021 13:27:20 GMT -5
"Pride."
"Loyalty."
"Respect."
"Honor."
[We already know who it is.]
"These are four very powerful words."
"Words that some might argue are the guiding principles for a man to live his best life."
[Fade up.]
Our Hero is decked out in an all black 'Warehouse' tracksuit. The irony of it all, is that this is clearly the gear that Gus Arnold's students wear so proudly wherever they go. The Warehouse is the name of the dojo where Gus Arnold trains the next generation, while also using the branding to promote Northern Pro Wrestling. As we've learned, there is no love lost between Oxford Osland and Gus Arnold - thus making Osland's choice of dress rather purposeful.
[The SWAT World Tag Team Championship glistens in the light.]
"With these four core principles acting as a personal calling card, KARMA should most certainly do her part and bring nothing but prosperity your way."
[Osland chuckles.]
"I argue that while the ones who lean on these principles are often attempting to empower themselves to accomplish great things. They often don't factor in that blindly walking in faith of these core principals can lead to pain and suffering."
"Let's take The Bastards for example."
[Osland's face is so punchable.]
"The word that's circulating around the dirt sheets is that because in a moment of weakness and relief - relief in which The ReVenants allowed Billy Fowler to walk away relatively unscathed..."
[His voice trails off.]
"That Rob Riot and Frank Windsor feel compelled to 'honor' some words they uttered months ago."
"The Bastards are now extending their 'loyalty' to a man they barely know."
"Jesse Jamester's knight in shining armour schtick would have more impact if it wasn't abundantly clear that he had his own axe to grind with The ReVenants because we had been kicking his ass all over hell's half acre for the better part of the summer."
"Don't let Jay Jay’s ego and ambitions cloud your judgement. Jesse Jamester is about himself, and his desires. Jesse Jamester's track record speaks for itself. He's divisive, and his presence leads to nothing but pain and sabotage."
[Osland looks down at his hand, before extending his index finger.]
"First there was the Syndicate."
[...]
"Where are they now?"
[...]
"Poof. Gone."
[...]
"Then there was the Council of Chaos."
[...]
"They're all in intensive care."
[...]
"What about Julius Fristik?"
[Oh Wow. He's taking it there.]
"The man's very own son got caught in the crossfire and has been laid up in a hospital bed ever since. Can the kid Walk? Talk? Think?"
[Osland's eyes narrow.]
"Just another gift from the Canadian Nightmare. So I'll ask The Bastards this..."
[Osland can't help put find joy in this little exercise.]
"Are you three bozos going to be next? Are you three going to get caught up in the web pain and betrayal that coincides with Jesse Jamester's code of ethics? Are you going to let some sort of 'Bro Code' promise that you made in a moment of desperation lead you into the most dangerous match that has ever taken place in Northern Pro Wrestling? All at the whim of a man you barely know?"
[Osland Scoffs.]
"I thought you lads were smarter than that."
[Osland shrugs.]
"If memory serves, I don't think the four of you have even sniffed having a fifth men by your side. So I'll ask, are you ready to walk into The Great Northern War in a four against five situation against the most ruthless band of brothers in the world of professional wrestling?"
"That's career suicide."
"That's a suicide mission."
"As you continue to let your pride, faux loyalty, wannabe honor and misguided respect lead the way, I can assure you that nothing but pain and suffering await."
[Osland stops in his tracks, puts his index finger to his temple as if he just had a thought.]
"But wait a minute, Rob Riot and Frank Windsor already know what it's like to tangle with yours truly. Let me set the stage."
[Osland rubs his hands together with glee.]
"Pennsylvania."
"A Haunted Prison."
"No Rules."
"No Escape."
[Osland taps his index finger slowly on the side of his face.]
"Yourstruly fights heroically against three men. One by One taking their best shots, and he comes back with more guts than the three of them could muster combined."
"Then it happened."
"Frank Windsor gets caught."
"One. Two. Three."
"Adios."
"Then Rob Riot."
"Wham."
"One. Two. Three."
"See Ya Later Alligator."
[Oxford Osland gives his best Bruce Buffer impersonation.]
"Frank Windsor has been eliminated."
[...]
"Rob Riot Has been Eliminated."
[Osland wipes his hands clean.]
"At the Great Northern War, It's going to be Deja Vu for the Bastards. At The Great Northern War, Jesse Jamester realizes that he's not biggest superstar inside of the double cage."
"I am."
[Osland chuckles once again.]
"If you're able to scrounge together a 5th man, I want you to make sure he has a life insurance policy. I want you to make sure he's aware of the risks that are associated when you trifle with a group like The ReVenants inside of a steel cage with no rules and no way out."
"Tick Tock, Lads."
"The pageantry is almost over."
"Nothing left to do but to prove to the wrestling world that those four principles you're holding onto did nothing but take years off of your lives."
[Cold.]
"It is what it is."
"When it's all said and done, I'll be sure to pay Ol' Gus a little visit to discuss my 'cut' of the sold out house that I drew."
[...]
[Shit Eating Grin.]
[Cut.]
"Loyalty."
"Respect."
"Honor."
[We already know who it is.]
"These are four very powerful words."
"Words that some might argue are the guiding principles for a man to live his best life."
[Fade up.]
Our Hero is decked out in an all black 'Warehouse' tracksuit. The irony of it all, is that this is clearly the gear that Gus Arnold's students wear so proudly wherever they go. The Warehouse is the name of the dojo where Gus Arnold trains the next generation, while also using the branding to promote Northern Pro Wrestling. As we've learned, there is no love lost between Oxford Osland and Gus Arnold - thus making Osland's choice of dress rather purposeful.
[The SWAT World Tag Team Championship glistens in the light.]
"With these four core principles acting as a personal calling card, KARMA should most certainly do her part and bring nothing but prosperity your way."
[Osland chuckles.]
"I argue that while the ones who lean on these principles are often attempting to empower themselves to accomplish great things. They often don't factor in that blindly walking in faith of these core principals can lead to pain and suffering."
"Let's take The Bastards for example."
[Osland's face is so punchable.]
"The word that's circulating around the dirt sheets is that because in a moment of weakness and relief - relief in which The ReVenants allowed Billy Fowler to walk away relatively unscathed..."
[His voice trails off.]
"That Rob Riot and Frank Windsor feel compelled to 'honor' some words they uttered months ago."
"The Bastards are now extending their 'loyalty' to a man they barely know."
"Jesse Jamester's knight in shining armour schtick would have more impact if it wasn't abundantly clear that he had his own axe to grind with The ReVenants because we had been kicking his ass all over hell's half acre for the better part of the summer."
"Don't let Jay Jay’s ego and ambitions cloud your judgement. Jesse Jamester is about himself, and his desires. Jesse Jamester's track record speaks for itself. He's divisive, and his presence leads to nothing but pain and sabotage."
[Osland looks down at his hand, before extending his index finger.]
"First there was the Syndicate."
[...]
"Where are they now?"
[...]
"Poof. Gone."
[...]
"Then there was the Council of Chaos."
[...]
"They're all in intensive care."
[...]
"What about Julius Fristik?"
[Oh Wow. He's taking it there.]
"The man's very own son got caught in the crossfire and has been laid up in a hospital bed ever since. Can the kid Walk? Talk? Think?"
[Osland's eyes narrow.]
"Just another gift from the Canadian Nightmare. So I'll ask The Bastards this..."
[Osland can't help put find joy in this little exercise.]
"Are you three bozos going to be next? Are you three going to get caught up in the web pain and betrayal that coincides with Jesse Jamester's code of ethics? Are you going to let some sort of 'Bro Code' promise that you made in a moment of desperation lead you into the most dangerous match that has ever taken place in Northern Pro Wrestling? All at the whim of a man you barely know?"
[Osland Scoffs.]
"I thought you lads were smarter than that."
[Osland shrugs.]
"If memory serves, I don't think the four of you have even sniffed having a fifth men by your side. So I'll ask, are you ready to walk into The Great Northern War in a four against five situation against the most ruthless band of brothers in the world of professional wrestling?"
"That's career suicide."
"That's a suicide mission."
"As you continue to let your pride, faux loyalty, wannabe honor and misguided respect lead the way, I can assure you that nothing but pain and suffering await."
[Osland stops in his tracks, puts his index finger to his temple as if he just had a thought.]
"But wait a minute, Rob Riot and Frank Windsor already know what it's like to tangle with yours truly. Let me set the stage."
[Osland rubs his hands together with glee.]
"Pennsylvania."
"A Haunted Prison."
"No Rules."
"No Escape."
[Osland taps his index finger slowly on the side of his face.]
"Yourstruly fights heroically against three men. One by One taking their best shots, and he comes back with more guts than the three of them could muster combined."
"Then it happened."
"Frank Windsor gets caught."
"One. Two. Three."
"Adios."
"Then Rob Riot."
"Wham."
"One. Two. Three."
"See Ya Later Alligator."
[Oxford Osland gives his best Bruce Buffer impersonation.]
"Frank Windsor has been eliminated."
[...]
"Rob Riot Has been Eliminated."
[Osland wipes his hands clean.]
"At the Great Northern War, It's going to be Deja Vu for the Bastards. At The Great Northern War, Jesse Jamester realizes that he's not biggest superstar inside of the double cage."
"I am."
[Osland chuckles once again.]
"If you're able to scrounge together a 5th man, I want you to make sure he has a life insurance policy. I want you to make sure he's aware of the risks that are associated when you trifle with a group like The ReVenants inside of a steel cage with no rules and no way out."
"Tick Tock, Lads."
"The pageantry is almost over."
"Nothing left to do but to prove to the wrestling world that those four principles you're holding onto did nothing but take years off of your lives."
[Cold.]
"It is what it is."
"When it's all said and done, I'll be sure to pay Ol' Gus a little visit to discuss my 'cut' of the sold out house that I drew."
[...]
[Shit Eating Grin.]
[Cut.]
