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Days of Past's Future
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Topic Started: Mar 19 2018, 04:46 PM (66 Views)
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The Oakster
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Mar 19 2018, 04:46 PM
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Blood Red Sandman
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Just as a commercial break ends, we catch up with the jacked-up audience from Montreal as PRW prepares to conclude its two-week tour of Canada. As Rage's bumper music fades to silence, the lights go out.
BONG!
Following the bell toll, the darkness is slowly replaced in the arena with crimson red lighting while "Blood Red Sandman" starts to play over the PA system. While some of the younger fans look in wonder, some of the older fans start to shout out "what the hell?!" with a sense of familiarity.
Brunswick: No, it can't be ...
Another bell tolls as the guitar riffs start playing. Large flames blast out of the stage almost obstructing the sight of it. As the flames cool down, the shadow of a tall man is revealed with his back facing towards the crowd. As the cheers start to pour in, he lifts his right fist in the air and the titan screen reveals simply one word: "Oakster". As he turns around the lights are restored to normality, revealing a middle-aged man slightly smirking to the crowd.
Brunswick: It's the Oakster! The Blood Red Sandman! The ring veteran is here in PRW! Smith: What in the hell is he doing here? Ain't he a bit ... old for this? Brunswick: Show some respect. He's a former Pojo Wrestling Alliance World Champion and Hall of Famer over there. Smith: Doesn't mean squat in PRW. He looks like a has-been from a promotion long, long dead.
To those familiar with the PWA of old, the Oakster has clearly aged since his last on-screen appearance in 2011. Gone is the jet black long hair and in its place is greying short hair and an overgrown beard surrounded with more wrinkles. As the Oakster walks down the ramp, he finds a few nostalgic fans holding their hands out. Smacking a few of them down the aisle, Oakster walks up the steel steps and across the apron towards the corner. Climbing to the second rope, he looks at the audience and shouts "Yeah, this is real, let's do this" before swinging his fist in the air to some more cheers. Climbing down, the Blood Red Sandman steps into the ring and asks for a microphone from Amber Garcia. As the cheers continue to pour in, Oakster starts waving his hand up and down to silence them as he tries to talk.
Oakster: Nope, this isn't archive footage in standard definition, this isn't the latest video game or some fanboy's deepfake on YouTube. Ladies and gentlemen ... this is actually me setting foot in a PRW ring right here in Montreal, Quebec!
In typical cheap pop fashion, the fans start to cheer, as Oakster clearly relishing the moment nods in agreement.
Oakster: For those who don't know who I am, allow me to introduce myself. My name is the Oakster. Seventeen years ago, I made it to this continent and joined a certain duo of promotions, where not only with my wild brawls and sheer power did I become a force to be reckoned with, but I became a four-time World Champion on the way. I headlined pay-per-view events in the wrestling hotbeds across the world, New York, Philly, Tokyo, Toronto, London. My accomplishments and accolades were so vast that I was eventually rewarded with an induction into their Hall of Fame. But then as soon I was on top ... injuries happened.
Oakster's head starts to drop as this promo starts to take a turn towards the darker years of his career.
Oakster: I was forced to retire by management and even though I wanted to get back into that ring, there was always some doctor telling me "no" or somebody saying "you're getting too old for this, pack it in". But even then, there was always this part of me that said "This isn't it. Maybe there's one more run in me, maybe there's one more chance for me to square off with this new generation of excellent talent." But alas, my old bosses packed in and the dream seemed to be simply that, a dream ...
The crowd start to boo as Oakster shakes his head, but the look of face is not one totally of sadness, more of optimism.
Oakster: That is until my 51st birthday. Wow, 51 now?! Yeah, I celebrated it at home with some pals watching something called Bloodletting. Quite the event, but you know, what do I see in the main event? A fellow near-fifty veteran giving it all against the younger talent in that insanely brutal blood-filled main event. And you know what? Right after that, I told my friends there, yeah, that's where I need to be. This looks like the land of opportunity that I was needing. So I started hitting the gym again and I gave your good old commissioner Razer a call and asked him about a potential run. Of course, he naturally replied with "Dude, I'm retired. I'm legally unable to kick your ass again!"
A few laughs were heard in the crowd as in self-deprecation fashion, Oakster shrugs.
Oakster: But all joking aside, I told him that this was serious, I wanted to be a part of this. So we had a talk, a few private try-outs, a few medicals that finally gave me the all-clear ... and hey, no forgeries needed!
Whilst saying those last free words, Oakster tilts his head towards the cameraman and quickly raises his eyebrows before turning back towards the fans.
Oakster: And with that said, bam, I'm proud to say that I am now officially the newest competitor in P ... R ... W!
The fans make a frenzy at this announcement.
Oakster: So now that I'm finally here where do I start? Well there's only one word that each and every member of that locker room want to reach for, and if they say don't then believe me, they're lying. And that word is ... Summerfest! The grandest stage of them all, kicking ass and taking names all in front of the big spotlight. And even if it's my last time I'll be damned if I don't want to be a part of it. But how do I get there? Well you see, the powers-that-be of PRW have offered a golden ticket to the show and that ticket is called Superbattle. Twenty men and women duking it out in a battle royal with the last person standing claiming the right to the main event Summerfest against the Undisputed Champion of the World. And while I'm out here making my debut on PRW, I'd like to officially announce that ... Superbattle, you're on!
More cheering is made as supplementary chants of "Oakster" start to pour in.
Oakster: I might have taken the Road to PRW the long way round, but now that I'm here my Road to Summerfest starts now!
"Blood Red Sandman" hits again as the Oakster hands his microphone back to Amber, leaving the ring and its surrounding fans in constant applause.
Brunswick: There you go, the Oakster is finally here in PRW and he's in the Superbattle match! Smith: Well I've seen everything. Good luck to him, he's going to need it. Just one wrong move and he'll be too injured to make it to Summerfest.
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