The video opens on the sounds of a handheld saw, the sound of something wet as the screen slowly goes from black as it fades away slowly from inside to the out. The sound of the saw cutting into something hard as screams near the source came out from it. Muffled sobs, cries, screams and grunts. In the screen is a tall person, completely covered from head to toe. It could be Oswald, or it could be Thias, or some unknown tall surgeon. Their back to the camera, only for the video to show them toss them into a very large stainless steel cooler to their left. The person was blindfolded and gagged, as a medical bone saw cut through more toes only to toss them into the cooler as well. 

Soon, the camera panned around, showing the front of the person, who is masked up completely and all you can see behind goggled eyes are blue-green eyes. Without looking, he continued to cut through more bone, like right above the ankle of the left foot, causing the person to scream in pain for every second that passes. Words soon came from the masked person, and with just the expression of his eyes and slight pull up from his cheeks underneath the mask, you could tell he was smiling as he spoke softly.

"Oh? Was haben wir denn da, meine Süßen?"

He giggled a little bit, but soon a gruff sounding voice also came from the man

"Chan eil fhios 'am, a bhràthair. Cha toil leam e."

Soon, another large man came in, this time, his face seen and could be seen just barely enough to show that it was Oswald.

"It's my camera. It's going to catch every last detail of this operation, so we can start getting rid of those who pretend they're my damned equal."

The first voice sounding German, though somewhat caricatured. 

"Oh ho! Herr Oz! Ve vere vondering vhen du vere coming! As du have given us such a delightful specimen to take apart!"

Oswald sighs, wishing he didn't have to do this dark dealing instead of doing it on the up-and-up. 

"You deal with this, and there'll be more contracts coming your way to take apart many bodies. Make sure each bit of their body is pristine. I have uses for their bodies. Though, if the bodies are male or female, take off their biological equipment. Breasts, testes, dicks, fallopian tubes, womb. Their body parts are no longer theirs, they offered to be organ donors. 

Their contract never said that they had to be dead first before we harvest them for spare parts."

He soon faded into the darkness of the room, with the sounds of his expensive dress shoes clacked against the floor until they were gone. 

"Meine freund, it seems today vis your unlucky day!"

The surgeon began to cackling, as he began to move quicker but not too quickly so as to ruin the flesh, fat, muscle and bone of the bound and gagged man who continued to scream until soon blood loss and pain made him go unconscious and the scene fades to black as the sound of a squelching and bone getting sawed into.

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In the background, a multitude of screams and sawing and mishmash of squelching, violent sounding splatters. This office, much different than his normal one, looked like one a head surgeon would have. Desk, monitors, papers and folders, though since most is done electrical, said folders and papers are not everywhere in his office. There, sits Oswald as his camera floats in, recording video of him deep in thought, until he finally notices the floating spec capable of rivaling even that of a Lumix GH7.

"Well then. At Anarchy, I have an opponent. One Jay Fetu. Well Jay. I'm Oswald Autem Sephtis. I am one of the last remaining XWF OGs from the Shane Era. The Era where the Xtreme were truly masters of their craft and would play and dominate.

So you can tell what I mean, when you are a mere fleshbag to be thrown, raked, clawed, cut, broken...

Defeated.

Do you understand that? Or am I not getting through to you? Because I want you to be prepared for the destruction coming your way. I THRIVE in these conditions. I RUN this shit! One could say I am..."

He snickers before letting out a laughing exhale

"Surgical... with my ways to deal so much... delightful pain. I have so many ways that will make you fall to my might, and kneel before me before I cave your skull in with a steel pole. I am the reason why X-Treme still means anything in this world! Extreme pressure! Extreme skill! Extreme precision! Extreme and simply, utterly wholesale destruction of your entire life as you know it. I'm going to change you. I'm going to make you wish you never heard my name, child.

Anarchy, Jay Fetu versus Mister Oz, the Surgeon, the Butcher, the Architect of X-Treme. Because this is what I live for, Jay. You, will never, shall never, be ready for the pain coming your way.

Your dissection will be televised. Your ego will vanish and dry up as you come to terms that I am, and shall ever be, the XWF's X-Treme Gatekeeper.

To make sure the next opponent I forge in the fires of the X-Treme, will outlast me in this company. Surpass me.

Until then...

Suffer..."

The camera fades to black as Oz plays with a scalpel at his desk, spinning the sharp point on the index finger of his right hand.