Post by scottoasis on Jun 2, 2021 22:58:46 GMT -5
(Our scene begins in the private jet of Scott Oasis. The team which helps him manage his Big Oasis Brand are all with him as they wait in the runway, including his wife Jasmine Peyton and manager Sebastian Monroe each on opposite sides to him. The entire crew is silent as they treat Oasis like the center of attention, watching him as he sits up in his seat and stares at his table - covered in champagne and sponsored products, but more importantly, his SSW World Championship. Gold and glimmering, it is normally a positive sight for Oasis but on this occasion Oasis doesn’t seem too pleased. In fact, he’s growing seethingly angry.)
Scott Oasis: Something about this visual doesn’t seem right. Can you guess?
Sebastian Monroe: I don’t know, Scott.
Jasmine Peyton: Babe, it’s not a big deal --
Scott Oasis: What’s not a big deal?
Jasmine Peyton: You’re still a champion and you’ll get it back soon enough.
Scott Oasis: Get what back, Jasmine? Tell me what’s wrong.
Jasmine Peyton: The Warrior Rising Championship will be yours ---
(Oasis takes his fist and slams it down next to belt to the point that he shakes the table’s foundation, startling his team.)
Scott Oasis: The Warrior Rising Championship! It’s GONE! Where is it, Jasmine? Where the FUCK is my second championship that I was carrying so proudly only a few weeks ago! That I brought along with me to press events, to OWA board meetings, to pretty much everywhere I could to show the world just how powerful the brand is? I’ll tell you! It’s right around the waist of that tumblr-haired twit, Emmanuelle! That smart mouthed wench who is lucky I even decided to write her a measly little check to work for me a couple of months ago! I don’t care if she respects me, because I can’t respect someone who celebrates a fluke win! Did you see her on Twitter? Bragging about her amazing victory, going on about “double champ” this and “double champ” that! Even tagged me to rub it in my face how she bested me so well in that ring. Smug bitch. This isn’t meant to happen. It SHOULDN’T happen. I’m a CONQUEROR! I’m the Big Boss that grabs his place atop the throne and rules it with an iron first; nobody can break my stranglehold! I am a king when it comes to pro wrestling, Long May I Reign! I don’t do fast title reigns! I don’t get caught slipping! This isn’t good for my reputation, this isn’t good for the brand, and this isn’t good for my mission statement! Action must be taken to correct all of this! I had a duty to fulfill as Warrior Rising Champion, a responsibility to raise the standard for all of the young up and coming talent to follow; to act as a measuring stick which would cut out all of the dreck and overhyped nonsense that is clouding every division in the game. Me with those ten pounds of gold was meant to be the rising tide to lift all of the ships that deserved to remain afloat. I had the ability to bring Project Honor to the stratosphere! Emmanuelle stealing that title from me destroyed all of the momentum I’ve been building since I set up shop there, from establishing the Big Drip collaboration, to building relations with the company, to putting bastards like Euan Hill in their place. If I allow Emmanuelle to continue to walk around like the face that runs the place people will actually start to believe in her false image. They will begin to lose respect for the Brand. I can’t have that. Project Honor will always know to put respect on my name. Not just my name, but everything associated with it. The legacy. The brand. The movement I’ve created with Big Drip. We will not be stopped; our makeover of this industry is going to CONTINUE. We’ve had too many runs of bad luck as a collective. It’s time we put them on notice that we’re coming back stronger. It starts this week with the six man tag; the warning shot that I will send out to Emmanuelle before I get my title back, and a way to set an example using bums like Pat the Postman and Cadillac. This week is a warm up. Then we go back to making major moves in reclaiming the world.
(Scott Oasis leans back in his seat, now relaxed as his team looks on with concern still on their faces from his serious outburst.)
Scott Oasis: Something about this visual doesn’t seem right. Can you guess?
Sebastian Monroe: I don’t know, Scott.
Jasmine Peyton: Babe, it’s not a big deal --
Scott Oasis: What’s not a big deal?
Jasmine Peyton: You’re still a champion and you’ll get it back soon enough.
Scott Oasis: Get what back, Jasmine? Tell me what’s wrong.
Jasmine Peyton: The Warrior Rising Championship will be yours ---
(Oasis takes his fist and slams it down next to belt to the point that he shakes the table’s foundation, startling his team.)
Scott Oasis: The Warrior Rising Championship! It’s GONE! Where is it, Jasmine? Where the FUCK is my second championship that I was carrying so proudly only a few weeks ago! That I brought along with me to press events, to OWA board meetings, to pretty much everywhere I could to show the world just how powerful the brand is? I’ll tell you! It’s right around the waist of that tumblr-haired twit, Emmanuelle! That smart mouthed wench who is lucky I even decided to write her a measly little check to work for me a couple of months ago! I don’t care if she respects me, because I can’t respect someone who celebrates a fluke win! Did you see her on Twitter? Bragging about her amazing victory, going on about “double champ” this and “double champ” that! Even tagged me to rub it in my face how she bested me so well in that ring. Smug bitch. This isn’t meant to happen. It SHOULDN’T happen. I’m a CONQUEROR! I’m the Big Boss that grabs his place atop the throne and rules it with an iron first; nobody can break my stranglehold! I am a king when it comes to pro wrestling, Long May I Reign! I don’t do fast title reigns! I don’t get caught slipping! This isn’t good for my reputation, this isn’t good for the brand, and this isn’t good for my mission statement! Action must be taken to correct all of this! I had a duty to fulfill as Warrior Rising Champion, a responsibility to raise the standard for all of the young up and coming talent to follow; to act as a measuring stick which would cut out all of the dreck and overhyped nonsense that is clouding every division in the game. Me with those ten pounds of gold was meant to be the rising tide to lift all of the ships that deserved to remain afloat. I had the ability to bring Project Honor to the stratosphere! Emmanuelle stealing that title from me destroyed all of the momentum I’ve been building since I set up shop there, from establishing the Big Drip collaboration, to building relations with the company, to putting bastards like Euan Hill in their place. If I allow Emmanuelle to continue to walk around like the face that runs the place people will actually start to believe in her false image. They will begin to lose respect for the Brand. I can’t have that. Project Honor will always know to put respect on my name. Not just my name, but everything associated with it. The legacy. The brand. The movement I’ve created with Big Drip. We will not be stopped; our makeover of this industry is going to CONTINUE. We’ve had too many runs of bad luck as a collective. It’s time we put them on notice that we’re coming back stronger. It starts this week with the six man tag; the warning shot that I will send out to Emmanuelle before I get my title back, and a way to set an example using bums like Pat the Postman and Cadillac. This week is a warm up. Then we go back to making major moves in reclaiming the world.
(Scott Oasis leans back in his seat, now relaxed as his team looks on with concern still on their faces from his serious outburst.)