Oscar stared at himself in the mirror with no sign of excitement on his face. It was the tournament finals- he should feel excited... but he didn't. When Oscar was accepted into this tournament, the Barbarian Prince was looking forward to meeting and fighting all sorts of strong opponents. What he had gotten so far... well... not to be rude, but they were anything but strong.
Audrey Trovita, while strong-willed and determined, was a jobber in the company who hadn't gotten any formal training since her start- being entirely self-taught. If she had won plenty of matches and established herself, Oscar would have been more impressed- but that wasn't the case.
Noelle Silva was someone Oscar had higher hopes for as she was far more established and a bigger name- but somehow did WORSE than Audrey. Audrey at least got some hits in her match. Even some submission holds. Oscar's match with Noelle was a complete SQUASH and one-sided beating, leaving Oscar utterly disappointed that he couldn't even sell the match for Noelle. The Barbarian Prince was forced to drag things out to put on a good show as a result- something he truly detested.
And now here Oscar was for the finals, against one La Dama De Loba. Oscar didn't even feel motivated to look up her name for anything besides her matches in the tournament so far. All he knew about this young lady was that the tournament was a debut for her- which honestly left Oscar just as disappointed as he believed Loba was yet another rookie, bringing a big sigh out of him. Truthfully, Oscar hated feeling like this. Feeling like his time was wasted. That his time in the spotlight here wasn't deserved if he didn't fight worthy opponents to be here. It felt incredibly disrespectful to even think such a thing. For the first time since starting his career... Oscar felt like his fire was dwindling. How could he proudly hold a belt if he couldn't say he fought tooth and nail for it? It didn't sit right with him... but he had to go out there and put on a show. People were waiting for him- and he must deliver.
As Oscar stepped on the ramp and spewed his fireball for the crowd, audience members at the front seemed to notice that Oscar looked tired just from doing his famous entrance trick. Passing his props off to the staff, Oscar would quickly reassure concerned audience members that everything was fine- quickly smiling at them to mask his emotions as he greeted them with high-fives and fist bumps before sliding into the ring and getting a good look at his opponent. Oscar would approach Loba and take a deep breath before extending his hand to her.
"Very nice to meet you, La Dama De Loba. Or- is Loba just fine? In any case, I wish you the best of luck in this match"
Despite putting on a smile for Loba as he greeted her, his tone was... off. Oscar sounded tired- but it'd depend if Loba could pick up on such a thing from him.