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Another taping of PRW Rage is taking place, this time at the start of a two-day run at the Mohegan Sun Arena in Uncasville, Connecticut. With the fans in anticipation of what's next to come on the road to Summerfest, the lights go pitch black.
BONG!
Once again, the darkness is followed by a bell toll and crimson red lighting. The fans are on their feet as a mixture of cheers and "Blood Red Sandman" by Lordi is heard.
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 die out, the Oakster's shadow is revealed, back facing towards the crowd, right fist in the air. The lights are restored to normality as he turns around and makes his way to the ring.
Brunswick: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to PRW Rage, Josh Brunswick and Doug Smith at ringside where we're kicking off tonight with the Blood Red Sandman himself, the Oakster. The last we saw from him, Oakster had made his first win in the PRW ring defeating one half of the Mountain Men, Grizzly Murdock, after which he laid out an open challenge to the PRW locker room for a match at Summerfest. Unfortunately for him though, the challenge has remained unanswered. Smith: And for good reason. He still hasn't had a meaningful win yet. And with all due respect, when we talk about meaningful victories, Grizzly Murdock is not an example of that. Brunswick: But how can he have meaningful victories if that's the only competition he could muster at the moment? Let's see what he has to say about this.
Not dressed for action, Oakster makes his way down the ramp, smacking a few of hands on the way. A camera close-up shows the Blood Red Sandman smirking as he enters the ring via the steel steps and across the apron towards the corner. Climbing to the second rope, he looks at the audience and nods his head before swinging his fist in the air to some more cheers. Stepping into the ring, he asks for a microphone. The audience respectfully quiet down.
Oakster: So here we go ... thirty days until the big one. Thirty days until the biggest show of the year takes place at Portland - the Summerfest. And as I walk down them corridors on the way to this ring I can feel the hype increasing for the event, I can feel the tension rising. The repercussions from revenge, the dawning of a new faction, what it means to be in the Hall of Fame, assaults on acquaintances, the unstoppable daring to be defied! All this drama building up to an eventual climax in front of a rowdy open stadium crowd.
The fans cheer on as Oak though clearly excited for the event, licks his bottom teeth before cringing as if behind this all, he's wanting to avoid discussing the elephant in the room. Dropping his head, he braces himself for the next sentence.
Oakster: And yet, here I am still out in the cold.
Like a pin drop, the cheering mutates into jeers as the Oakster, looking sheepish at the thought quickly tries to quiet down the booing, not wanting to leave the fans on a low point for too long.
Oakster: Yeah, I know, it flat out stinks. I made out an open challenge for Summerfest and still not a single word from anyone about it. The funny thing is I think I've kinda gone through this before. 1983, the leavers ball. Everybody wanted to get paired, and yet, somehow this tall lanky fella with long hair fell short of it all. Yeah, I was the outcast that had to walk it alone whilst watching everybody else dancing to that corny Spandau Ballet song. Nobody wanted that Sam guy. And then when I decided to get into this business, I knew I had my work cut out. From my early days in the British indies, it was a struggle to get a promoter to even sign me up for one of their cards. Nobody wanted that Sam guy. And then when I did get booked I had to start from the bottom, proving that potential, earning the respect of my peers, going out every single night trying to get the fans on my side. Every day was a fight in the hope that it would get its eventual rewards. It took a hell of a while I admit but it worked. The Oakster was born, I earned the fans' attention and I eventually got a huge contract to move to the States where I became a big name, won World titles and sold out arenas coast to coast. It went to the point that when I returned after a brief spell of retirement and issued an open challenge for a match live on pay-per-view, flocks of wrestlers came to me asking for a match. But alas, somehow during my ten-year exile it's gone full circle again and everything I've worked for has become undone. Nobody wants that Sam guy again. They've dismissed me as yesterday's news, a "has-been" so to speak. My new open challenge, hardly a blip on people's radars.
This is too much for Oak to take as he brushes his eyes with the back of his wrist and hand. In deep sympathy, the crowd take the initiative of making their own chant in reply: "Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up". Oakster raises his hand towards in assurance as he continues to speak.
Oakster: Well, if you think I'm going to give up my desire to compete at Summerfest, you clearly haven't listened to me. And if I have to work a few more matches on Rage or Worldwide to make you listen and that prove my value in this company still exists then so be it. And for my fans out there, old and new, I can't thank you enough for your continuing support, but this is not enough. If you want this old guy get his wish to compete at Summerfest, each and every one of you are going to have to act as my wingmen. Bring out your signs: "Oak for Summerfest"! Tweet it out: #OakForSummerfest! Shout it out so loud that the deaf can hear: Oak ... for ... Summerfest!
Sounds like a plan the Nutmeggers could go with as exponentially the words start to spread across the Mohegan Sun Arena. "Oak ... for ... Summerfest!" Even if his challenge remains unanswered, at least he still has some advocacy in the form of his fans. "Oak ... for ... Summerfest!" Oakster smiles as the camera shots show the audience's enthusiasm in shouting these three words. "Oak ... for ... Summerfest!" Looking at the cameraman in front of him, he grabs the camera lens and moves it around the ring, focusing on the rabid crowd. "Oak ... for ... Summerfest!" Oak pushes the lens back to his face and looking straight at the lens, he makes his final remark:
Oakster: The challenge is still here guys. The fans are ready. Come on, take me on.
The crowd applauds while Oak hold his hand out to them as the show fades to black.
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