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Place Your Hands Together - Mr. Oz - 10-14-2026
The sound of an organ blared over speakers all across as it played its haunting tune, before someone spoke in the same manner as some Southern preachers as he spoke:
"WELCOME, SINNERS! WELCOME TO THE HOLY CHURCH OF OUR TRUE SAVIOR! COME TO OUR CHURCH! WELCOME! TO THE WONDERFUL CHURCH OF OZ!"
The video feed starts as we see inside of a very opulent looking megachurch. Each seat filled, as an orchestra version of Oswald's theme song is played, featuring organs, a brass section, a choir, wood and wind, and drums, all led by a highly experienced conductor.
A priest coming out to well crafted podium to the song. Smiling, dressed in a robe featuring Oswald's Ghost Tank colors of black and neon green trim. Soon the music tapered off as the 'Priest' began to speak as he looked at a paper.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, those in-between! Welcome to the first day of Worship. Welcome to the rest of your days praising the Savior of Chicago himself, Mister Oswald Autem Sephtis!"
There was a deafening sound of hundreds clapping their hands hard before he called for them to slow to a stop
"On this day, our Savior wishes to speak about a couple things. He has chosen this day to not only grace us with his appearance, but to also speak about his upcoming match with the one named Michael Graves!"
The entire congregation booed at the mention his name. Roaring sounds of disgust as well as a chant of 'FUCK YOU GRAVES!' from a few dozen.
"So, without further delay: MISTER OZ!!!"
He and the people inside clapped as well as some letting out whistles and cheers as Oz's music plays once more, and out would come Oz. He was dressed head to toe with a black suit, a bright green tie. He waved to the crowd, with some bloody shrill cries from some. Once Oz comes to the podium, hands clasping the preacher's, who bowed as he shook hands. He backed up quickly after, his head bowed as he stood there and Oz opened his mouth, as people are motioned to for the congregation to calm down.
"Hello there, my followers. I must say, it's so, so heartwarming to see you people believe in me so deeply, so passionately."
He chuckled
"I never asked for this..."
He did.
"I never asked to be treated like this."
That's a lie.
"First things first. Graves. You beat me the last time we went up against one another. Not going to happen this time. You have been a thorn in my side for years. Since BOB. Since then, I've lost all but one friend in the XWF company. Even then, he's not around as much as he used to be. You are the last face in my past that keeps popping up that won't disappear no matter how hard I wish it. You somehow finagled your way to being the Universal Champ. Congrats. I know I can beat you though. This is when people would say 'I'm going to lock-in', but I'm not a normal person.
Oh no, no. Y'see, I'm much more than that. Beating me, has shown that I owe you a debt. A debt that only I can pay you. A debt that you would wish I didn't repay. Because at Nightmare on Anarchy, in our Roach Motel match, I plan on paying you in full, and you're going to realize why I am always going to be loved.
ISN'T THAT RIGHT!?"
A majority of the church followers stood while cheering and clapping, until they are gently commanded to sit back down.
"At Anarchy, I'm going to show this company... I'm going to show YOU that I am a man of my word. I am going to show the owners that I am YOUR equal! I plan on beating the daylights out of you! I plan on showing that between the two of us, I am the one worth the Universal championship! At Anarchy on Nightmare, amongst all those there, I will make them believe in me like my people in Chicago!"
More cheers, more applause!
"The XWF runs off of MY BLOOD! Runs off MY SWEAT! MY TEARS! LET THEM HEAR IT CHICAGO! LET THEM KNOW JUST WHO RUNS THIS COMPANY! WHO IS THE ONE YEAR IN, YEAR OUT, HAS NEVER STOPPED A SINGLE FUCKING TIME SINCE THE PANDEMIC!?
I AM AND WILL FOREVER BE, THE REASON THIS COMPANY STILL EXISTS! WHY IT HASN'T GONE BANKRUPT!
I AM THE GOD OF THIS COMPANY!
I AM THE ONE WHO KEEPS THE LIGHTS ON!
I AM-"
The electricity is cut out as he was about to speak again, as pulsing high pitched sounds blasted straight into the room, causing people to start screaming in pain. People dressed in white clothing and masks, ran in with large earphones. Oz dropped to his knees from the sound, but as they go to try and cuff him, he let out a roar that is covered up by the sound assault. His right hand like a viper's strike, snatching the person by their skull, palming them like a basketball. If the sound wasn't blaring, they'd be able to hear the screams, the bones crunching, as with one hand and seemingly a roar of anger, squeezing hard, trying to close his hand like a fist. Some assailants ran in and started hitting him with metal bats, but instead of going down he swung his arm, using them like his own bat. However, instead of letting them fly and stay intact, he ended up flinging a carcass with a mask full of bone pieces, brain matter, blood and detached eyeballs.
The video started fading with Oz laughing, as he is surrounded by the white garbed people, aiming guns at him and the sound stopped its loud music, and his laugh sounded like his throat was filled with rocks and sandpaper, to show how harsh those roars shred his vocals. Looking up at one, grinning.
"Death..."