One could see this as a treat, or one could see this as the bookers trying something different and sticking me in on my own, but here I am in action. Yes, for years I've been in SCW on and off and for the most part, it's been fun to compete and be with the lovely people I have grown fond of over the many years I have known them, but for this I need to ask the bookers one simple question...
What the absolute fuck are you thinking?
Ahem. I am not a someone you would call a singles wrestler, I would see myself as more of the supporting guy, the guy in the background to cast an eye and make sure everything gets taken care of in the most efficient way. That is what I do, I'm not just the muscle, there's a lot about me that people don't know. I am actually a guy with a good mind for business and putting me in the ring for the first time on my own just like that, not completely smart business.
Not for me, but because there's now a little bit of spotlight on me and it's time to impress, but here's where it's not good business. It's not good business for SCW. Last week, Austin James Mercer, my worthy opponent, had a match announced for the supercard, I think it was against Carter, which would be a great match if it happened, but this is the bad business part, he's not gonna make it to Blaze of Glory. You've announced his match and put him in the ring against a man who has something to prove.
Do you see where I'm going here? Not good business to false advertise a match that isn't gonna happen due to an injury.
Bad, bad business. Well, anyway, first solo match to do, let's hope it's my damn last one too. - Os.
14th February 2023
"We really need to get him a fucking date." Mackenzie's voice can be heard saying. "Look at the fucking state of him."
Charlotte and Mackenzie stand at the doorway of the London Underground homestead, looking at Osbourne sitting on the sofa, wearing nothing but boxer shorts and mindlessly playing away at a PS5 game. He grits his teeth as things don't seemingly go his way. He reaches in to a bowl of popcorn, aimlessly throwing a handful towards his mouth, but most missing and rolling down his chest.
"I mean he's not fucking catch." Mackenzie says as she wrinkles up her nose. "But it's Valentines Day and he'd rather spend his time doing this."
"Maybe Os is just too focused on his work." Charlotte muses. "Or maybe he just forgot what love and relationships are."
Osbourne throws the controller in the air and huffs as his on screen character dies.
"We need to distract him from that and today is the perfect day to do so." Mackenzie says with a grin.
"Oh..." Charlotte says with a questioning tone.
"It's Valentines day." Mackenzie says as she grins. "And if he won't get off his arse to go fishing, we bring the fish to him."
Mackenzie pulls out her phone and instantly starts to type away on it, a wicked smile on her face as she looks at Charlotte with a side eye.
"What are you playing at?" Charlotte asks.
Mackenzie shows her the phone, showing an edit to the Golden Ring Casino website.
"I bet you a tenner it doesn't happen." Charlotte says with a smile.
"You got it." Mackenzie replies.
As the two shake hands, we fast forward to later in the evening.
Valentines party at the Golden Ring Casino.
"No, he needs to hear this!" a patron with a raspy British accent can be heard showing.
The camera cuts to a man in an Arsenal FC football shirt, yes football, not soccer, with short cut hair, with a streak of grey down the middle, and glasses, being hoisted in the air by Osbourne, one hand on the man's shoulder and one hand on his waist band, lifting him off his feet. Osbourne marches the man towards the door as Daniel watches on with Charlotte and Mackenzie by his side.
"What's that about?" Daniel asks.
"Oh that twat." Mackenzie scoffs. "Trying to get people barred intentionally. Been watching him for a while, pretty sure he's a sociopath. Comes in all the time, thinks he owns the place, but realistically, he's a little dick wanker that needs more in his life."
"We all know someone like that." Charlotte comments. "Hiding from reality so he doesn't see he's wasted forty years of his life."
Osbourne throws the man through the door, launching him a clear twelve feet across the parking lot, his rear end skidding across the floor, almost causing sparks. Osbourne straightens his suit jacket and attempts to go back in to the casino, he is approached by a blonde woman.
"Hey, can I tell you a joke?" she says with a slur in her words.
Osbourne shrugs his shoulders at the woman.
"What do you call a pig that does karate?" She asks.
Osbourne stares blankly at her.
"A pork chop!" She says before bursting in to laughter.
Osbourne frowns before nodding at the woman and walking back in to the casino, back in to the view of Daniel and the girls. A redheaded woman approaches.
"Have you ever been told you have the biggest muscles in the room?" She says as she rubs her hand down his arm.
Osbourne fires a look towards Daniel, Charlotte and Mackenzie and back to the woman. He nods his head up and down as the woman grips his arm.
"I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating cookies in there." She say with a wink.
"What is going on?" Daniel mutters to himself as he watches.
"Maybe me and you should find a nice quiet place where we can be alone?" The redhead says, licking her lips, much to Daniel's confusion.
Osbourne points to himself and around the casino to indicate that he's working.
"I see." The woman says. "But call me sometime."
The woman slips a card in to Osbourne's top pocket before taking a big handful of Os' rear and walking away. Osbourne looks towards Daniel, Charlotte and Mackenzie with a confused look on his face as Mackenzie stifles a laugh. A group of women, dressed for a bachelorette party walk past Osbourne, waving at him before walking on.
"Alright." Daniel says as he looks at the girls. "Usually people are either too scared to speak to him or know he doesn't say anything, so don't waste their time. So what's going on?"
"Nothing." Mackenzie says with a high pitched voice.
Daniel stares at Mackenzie with a blank look on his face.
"Just show him, he knows." Charlotte adds.
Mackenzie concedes and pulls out her phone and shows Daniel the changes she made to the Golden Ring Casino site.
"Make Os smile and get a free drink." Daniel says with a raised eyebrow. "Why? Just why?"
"Well, it's Valentines day." Charlotte says. "And love is in the air."
"Plus anyone who can make that miserable fucker smile means we can book a church and go to a wedding." Mackenzie adds with a grin.
The groups attention turns back to Osbourne as a very busty brunette walks towards him. Without saying a word, she lifts her shirt up, exposing her.... bustiness at Osbourne. Osbourne raises an eyebrow and a smirking smile.
"Well that counts." Charlotte says.
"I'll get her a drink." Mackenzie adds.
"I'll book the church." Charlotte comments with a grin.
"While you're at it, you owe me a tenner." Mackenzie reminds her.
As the two girls split in different directions, Osbourne looks towards Daniel with a smirk, only to get a thumbs up from his boss and the camera fades.
The camera shows a suited up Osbourne sitting behind a desk in the office of the casino, a long night behind the man who is famous for not saying a word. The camera focuses in, ready to record his thoughts on the upcoming match with Austin James Mercer but Osbourne just shrugs his shoulders. A few seconds pass before he raises his finger with one hand and reaches down on to the desk and picks up a tablet, he quickly hits the front of it, lighting up the screen. Words can be seen at a distance and Osbourne clicks his fingers, beckoning with his forefinger for the camera to zoom in. He points to the tablet and the camera moves in, seeing the words clearer.
"Yeah, I ain't talking for anyone, I've typed all this in, and it will switch to the next page every so often, so read fast.
Who thought it was a great idea to book a guy in a singles match, who doesn't talk?
But let's get on with this shit anyway. My first ever singles match. It's pretty obvious to anyone who happens to take the time to rest their eyes on our shows or anyone that comes to the casino, that I am a man of very few words, and by few words, I mean none, zero, not a sausage comes out of my mouth and people wonder why that might be the case. I've heard the online news that maybe I can't talk, maybe I'm deaf and sound funny, maybe I have a high pitched voice. Some div actually thought I had my tongue cut out in a bar fight... I'll have a pint of whatever that guy had, please. I don't talk because I have a simple mantra in life.
Actions speak louder then words.
An old cliche, I know but take a look around you and imagine the scenario. You're out with friends and you tolerate, you put up with their shit for years and then for one moment, someone opens their mouth, and idiocy fills the room because of their words. You sit there and look at them and it hits you, you wonder why they've been in your life all along because they have opened their traps and proved that they are absolutely as thick as two short planks.
Now imagine that person who shows up to these food banks. It's a tough time in the world, people are starving and short of money, but that person buys extra, even if it means they can't switch the heat on for a little while, even if it means they need to sit in the dark to stretch the pennies a little more, but they selflessly go out and sacrifice their own well being, to give some stuff away to make sure a child doesn't go hungry. That's action.
Now tell me, actions or words?
Yeah, I thought so. I don't need to talk to push through life, I just need to act and Austin James Mercer, I have a lot to show in this. My actions need to befit a man who can do the solo thing if he so chooses, I have to show through my actions that although I sit in the shadows, there's a little bit of danger that lurks in those shadows and I am that danger. I expect you will just be that guy you've always been that somehow wins the respect of everyone, the man with words like razor blades that can cut anyone down to size, then man who zeroes in on something and god help the target, and being said target, I will expect nothing less from you, because that is your strength Austin, that is where you rise, that is where you shine. You are without a doubt in my mind, and I'm not sorry to use an insiders term here, one of the best promo guys in the game, but again, it shows that you are the words part in this scenario.
You've had a few great moments, sure, but people don't think of you as the man of action when they think of you Austin, they think of those promos that make grown men cry.
Real tears and everything.
They don't think words when they look at me Austin, they don't think shit, that guy can cut one hell of a speech to draw us in, needless to say, debating was not my thing at all in any setting of my life. They look at me and think fuck, this guy could really hurt me, this guy could kill me if he wanted, this guy is a monster.
They wouldn't be wrong.
The thing is, I'm in that ring without a safety net and now I gotta prove I can do it, I have to show my actions are there to set me on the right path and if that means hurting you big man, if that means doing something that's gonna make people think oooooooh shit, then I will be doing that. At the end of the day, I need to set the tone for what my future might hold if I end up in this situation of a singles match. I need to show people what I'm all about. I'm not gonna pick up a microphone and start to talk about the ways I can and will hurt you, people already know I can do that, it's what I've done for a while, I need to show them I can do that.
You may very well intimidate others but you will not be doing that to me. Your so called killer instinct, your newly found aggression, doesn't mean a whole lot Austin. I've faced scarier people then you outside the ring, so there's not a bone in this body that's bothered about you. There's not an ounce of fear in my heart, but please, feel free to do what you do best. The floor is yours so feel free to let that sharp tongue loose and try and cut me down to size. Be my absolute guest to take the piss out of the fact I don't talk, feel free to take the piss out of the fact I don't wrestle that often, feel free to chat shit about me all you want. I'm ok with that, have at it, but no matter how much you put out in to the universe about how you're gonna beat me down and all the rest of it, understand one thing...
... My actions will speak louder then your words."
Osbourne puts the tablet face down on the desk and the camera zooms out, just focusing on his emotionless face before fading to black.
