(Just this but like- shirtless)
Well... this was
not how Oscar thought this night was going to go. Meet some fans, iron out merchandise stuff, then go home to play video games or something. That's all Oscar had to do tonight. Instead, after getting jumped by one of his least favorite people in LAW and getting into a right proper scrap in the parking lot, Management had gotten themselves involved and declared that an official match- a street fight to be specific- was to be held IMMEDIATELY. To be frank, as badly as Oscar wanted to be in his gear, he didn't want to run the risk of it being damaged by Drake in the fight- especially considering the fact Drake tore the Barbarian Prince's hoodie and shirt right off his body. It wasn't like there was enough time for Oscar to change anyways- so he had to suck it up and step out into the area in his ripped jeans... while completely shirtless. The lack of prep time meant no fancy fire show either, unfortunately- but Oscar still made an effort to smile and greet people who came out on such short notice. Of course, that smile instantly faded as he got into his spot and stared down Drake.
If there was anything the short notice allowed Oscar to do, at least, it was gather items he could use for the street fight. Much like Drake brought out his potential weapons, so did Oscar. It wasn't much at all. Only a kendo stick and a leftover steel chair that Oscar found in the back. Hardcore matches like these weren't exactly Oscar's specialty- having only ever fought one in his entire career against his pal and current LAWless champ Rylie Marshal. Still- if Oscar didn't want to spend the night in the hospital, he was going to have to do his best to remember what LAW's favorite Rascal taught him as he listened to Drake's promise.
"... I want to believe you. I honestly do, Drake. But the person who sends you after myself and the people I care about... can you be sure they won't send someone else in your place? That they'll work up the nerve to come after me themselves? Or even agree with your promise and respect it?"
Oscar placed his collected items off to the side and took position on his side of the parking lot, continuing to address Drake before the bell was rung.
"If you, at this point, just care about proving who's better- then I'll honor it, Drake. Just don't come at me assuming you'll win before the fight even starts. You'll just be making a fool of yourself"
