Old Oz promos on a tablet computer…

Quote:I have not, and never will, have someone on my level.

Because there ISN'T anyone on my level.

Zoom-out.

Who’s watching these promos?

@getouttamyringerson! Sitting on a loveseat, his right ankle resting upon his left knee…

His single red cybernetic eye doesn’t blink as he watches Oz intently…

Quote:You run along the history of this company, you see my many victories. You see my list of accomplishments, don't you?

He tilts his neck left.

POP

Quote:Believe in these words, and know that things will go my way, whether it's now or if it's later, I always find a way to come out on top.

He cranks his neck right.

SNAP

@getouttamyringerson takes a deep breath.

Quote:Anarchy is my show. Whether I hold a belt on it or not, I'm always going to be the reason why we're on television still.

He raises his hand before his face…

And snaps his fingers.

And his face shifts…



Michael Jeffrey Jordan!

”And I took that personally.”

The Ninja snaps his fingers again!

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ZIP! The United Center! The home of Chicago’s greatest sports franchises!

@getouttamyringerson walks upside down along the arena rafters!

Beneath his feet are six championship Chicago Bulls banners!

”Oz. Saviour of Chicago, before we get started, lemme say, from the bottom of my heart…”

WHAM!

@getouttamyringerson kicks one of the banner holders! It drops from the rafters down the arena floor with a metallic THUD!

“MJ never beat Larry Bird in the playoffs.”

“Holds a 1-9 record in playoff games without Scottie Pippen.”

“Had two humiliating seasons with the Wizards, dropping 15 most nights and getting cooked by Latrell Sprewell. ”

“AND after shit-talking GM Jerry Krause, MJ took his own team franchise… and turned it into a laughingstock so profound, the Bobcats have been erased from history.”

“MJ’s mid as FUCK. The only reason he’s even called the GOAT is a Nike marketing campaign and the Bulls ownership who used him like the blunt object he is.”

@getouttamyringerson sets his right hand atop his knuckles…

”That was me clearing my throat.”

“Let’s get to work.”

KERACK.

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The scene shifts to a medical examiner’s office…

A massive frankenstein-looking corpse rests on the table…

@getouttamyringerson enters in a mad scientist’s labcoat.

”Who am I, Oz?”

“I’m the guy the Trillionaires called because their barely-trained circus clowns called ‘wrestlers’ have somehow gotten the idea that they’re bigger than management.”

@getouttamyringerson flicks a gold star pinned to his chest.

“I’m the sheriff, come to bring law and order to this town.”

“And there ain’t room for us both, pilgrim.

“You’ve gotten too big for your already oversized britches.”

“That last promo? Sucked on ice.”

”How the HELL do you make a corpse desecration THAT FUCKING BORING?”

@getouttamyringerson frisbees away the sheriff’s badge…

He sets his index finger under the big corpse’s mouth and flaps his jaw up and down.

”The only thing more dead than that Irishman’s corpse? The ratings for that fucking awful shoot.”

@getouttamyringerson retracts his hands, putting them on his cheeks as the big corpse flops back with a THUD.

”Whoa, Slappy! How can you say that about the man whose accomplishments run along this company’s history?!?… whatever the fuck that means.”

@getouttamyringerson steps off stage right…

”Let’s look at the fucking numbers you’re putting up, Oz.”

From stage right, @getouttamyringerson pushes over a chalkboard with numbers and figures …

”This year, your Anarchy record is 4 wins, 13 losses.”

“Your PPV record is 1 win, 3 losses.”

“So… by my count… carry the one…”

@getouttamyringerson counts on his fingers…

”Everyone? Everyone and their grandmama that’s on or above your FUCKING LEVEL, OZ.”

“Anarchy’s your show?”

“Motherfucker, you’re not the star.”

“You’re not even an extra.”

@getouttamyringerson reaches behind the board…

And retrieves two jumper cables.

”Your forward trajectory’s deader than disco.”

”Deader than Dillnger.”

“Deader than dead.”

@getouttamyringers plugs the cables to the giant corpse’s neck!

SPARKS FLY!

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The scene shifts to…

The Emerald City?

Scarecrow!


Tin Man!

Cowardly Lion!

And…

@getouttamyringerson, standing before a giant holographic Oz head!

”Know what I see when I look at you, Oswaldo?”

“A man without a brain.”

“Without a dick.”

“Without the brainpower to actually learn who his opponent is before getting in the ring.”

“And without a MODICUM of self-awareness.”

“Calling yourself above the show?”

“Motherfucker, if the XWF ended tomorrow? No one’s watching your ass.”

“You’re the least interesting billionaire on Earth.”

“Do you think people really tune in week-after-week to see YOU!?”

@getouttamyringerson grabs the funnel atop the Tin Man’s head and pulls it in front of his lips.

”Come one! Come all! Come see Oz produce snuff of dismembering corpses, completely unedited! With dutch angles like the most pretentious film student who ever lived!”

@getouttamyringerson tosses the funnel over his shoulder, before reaching out for the long, green curtain…

”You fucking dork wrestlers.”

“You all think you’re bigger than this company.”

“YOU’RE why the lights on the production truck stay on.”

“Somehow, ALL of you are the ONLY reason millions of people are tuning in.”

”Know what you are, Oz?”

@getouttamyringerson tears the curtain down!

Behind the massive holographic Oz head is…

A hammer?

“A blunt object.”

“Dime a dozen.”

“Unspectacular.”

“Fucking replaceable.”

“Something smarter people can build something with…”

“Just like MJ.”

@getouttamyringerson snaps his fingers again.

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@getouttamyringerson sits back in the chair we first saw him in

”You talk about no one being on your level?”

“Motherfucker, I **AM** THE LEVEL.”

“I am the rising tide washing away the filth that clings to the SpaceX rocket shooting to the stratosphere.”

“Scrubbing away the bilge that somehow convinced itself it’s the foundation.”

“None of you. Not ONE OF YOU. Is irreplaceable..”

“And I’m going to make that CRYSTAL-CLEAR.”

“When I take the XWF’s self-proclaimed workhorse.”

“Break him.”

“And make him trot for the Trillies like the goddamned trained showpony he should be.”

“Think I can’t do it, Oz?”

“How about you…”

“Believe.”

“in.”

“Me.”