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Mr. Oz

"I'm going to make this simple, Apathy.

You're a clown. Plain and simple. You've done nothing. There's no reason to fear you. There's no reason to take you seriously.

Except I've found one.

Because I have to make sure clowns never see the light of day. Now, metaphorically, you're not one, of course. However, I'm going to give you a taste of the kind of shit that I've given to those I've viewed as beneath me. Viewed as nothing more than children's entertainers.

I entertain the masses. I entertain children, teens and adults. I entertain the elderly and the infirm. I am a multifaceted creature of the XWF, because no matter what I do, even if I gun someone down in the street like a rabid, rabies infected dog, they'll all cheer. They'll love me.

You find yourself in my playground. An Xtreme rules match. Last one I had, I won. All this is going to be is a cat and mouse game. Because I'm going to be chasing you, you're going to try to fight back, you're going to try and find ways to try and be sneaky to save yourself from your end. The bottom line however, is that I will catch you. I will hurt you.

I will break you down.

I also want you to know something else. While I am no Isaac Newton discovering gravity, I am a master of defying it and using it like a tool. I can and will hit you from any and all angle if I choose to. Beat you down, then do the most gnarly twisted splash onto you from the scaffolding that holds the X-Tron. Will I fly gracefully like a Swan? Will I twist and turn like a tornado? Or maybe I just drag your unconscious body up to the top and throw you down and forgo the entirety of flying around and just be like a mama cuckoo bird and throw you off a high edge to see if you fly. You won't, but it'll be a great test to prove Newton's several laws, as I watch you fall fast until colliding with either some object or the ground, we'll see and play it by ear like the sadistic bastard I am."

His hands moving, one to the inside of his well tailored and well crafted suit, and pulling out a golden case with his initials engraved upon the top of the case, smack dab in the middle of it. He opened it with one hand, causing the case to flip open. The other hand reaching down into his desk, as he pulled out an antique statue that was restored to its former beauty and glory. The statue depicting a soldier on horseback with saber on hip and flintlock in one hand.

Once he placed it on the desk, he pulled something from the case, and from it came out a thick blunt cigar. The case clasped shut and he shoved it back into his suit before pulling the saber of the statue, and with several clicks a bright orange light showed as the sword showed itself on fire. He used the saber to light the cigar before placing the saber back into its scabbard, snuffing the fire out and making the statue appear normal again. He took a deep drag on the cigar full of weed and began to speak, causing little bits of smoke to spill out with each syllable.

"So I'm going to tell you this. You should forfeit. Save yourself from the future hospital bills."

With the rest of his breath, he blew out a large puff of smoke out before putting the cigar out to save the rest of it for later.

"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. I don't know what your shtick is yet, and I'm not going to try and understand it. You're too green for me to care still. If you were a student of mine, maybe I'd care, but far as I know, you're not one of them. Hell, if you had been one, I might actually go a little less hard at ya. Unfortunately, they threw you into the deep end with one of the most well-known and well decorated sharks in this company.

I am the the measuring stick on if you live or leave. Thrive or cowardly survive. Either way, you're about to be battle tested.

If you win, I'll look forward to seeing how you evolve.

If you lose, then you should look for a different passion. A different profession."

He smirked, then let a singular chuckled sound let out.

"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. You'll never feel the same after this match. Your body is going to ache, it's never going to work right again. As you lay your head to rest, you will find that I will haunt your every dream, fill your nightmares with my face. Because I'm a sadistic prick who enjoys pain, whether it's delivered onto my opponents at my hands, or if it's done to me instead."

As his camera backed off slowly, he spoke once more.

"I do so hope that you've prepared yourself for me.

Because I'd hate to face the weakest version of yourself."

The camera slowly fading to black as he turned away from it and straightening his suit.

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