A room is filled with a dim light and somewhat freezing. In this room, several people in medical beds. Tubes plugged into their unmentionables. Oz comes in, not dressed in his normal suits and ties and expensive shoes and his classy watch.

No. He comes in dressed like a butcher, pushing a cart that is covered. A smock covering an outfit that could only be described as scrubs that are the same color as dried blood. The first unconscious person had their chart grabbed by him, looking it over, reading the details of this person. This "donor".

"Thomas Crakow. I know someone called Tommy, funnily enough."

He pulls the sheet off of the cart, revealing that it held two trays: one with surgical equipment and one with butcher equipment.

"Let's see..."

He looks at the sheet some more, inspecting it well.

"So, massive stroke... guess the brain is off the menu."

He smirked and chuckled

"Seems like the rest of the body is fine."

He now moved to loom over the soon to be carcass.

"You're going to feed many people. You're going to save so many lives."

He gently caressed the man's face. The man caucasian and the hair on his head had been taken care of by nurses and what passes for Thomas's family. He felt the stubble growing in and shook his head.

"Well then. Let's begin Tommy."

He takes a scalpel first, and opens the man's right eye, as the metal had a small glint shine off of it, before squirts of blood come out as he starts cutting the eyes out, one after the other. Upon his collar is what looks like his crest and there's a medium sized button on it. He used his chin to push the button and a soft feminine voice responded

"Yes, Dad?"

He smiled as he continued to remove the eyes with precision as he responded

"I forgot the 'fridge'. Can you roll it in here for me?"

"Sure can!"

The line then made a beep to show their conversation was done. He would reach for a specimen retrieval bag, and place the eyes in it, sealing it before placing it on the cart.

"Now, let's take a look at your tongue."

He took a bloodied hand and moved to the bottom lip

"Now say 'ahhhh' for me."

He opened the man's mouth and saw nothing too wrong with his teeth and tongue, so he reached on his cart and felt for the tool he wanted. Once he had, he started pulling teeth out 1 by 1 and once done, he cut out the man's tongue cleanly before placing them all inside a different bag.

Fuzen soon came in with the help of her mother. On the back of the fridge shows what looks like a more advanced version of a battery pack. On it is a bar that shows it is full of energy, showing this fridge does not need to be plugged in once it's charged. His daughter and wife open it up and start putting pieces of Thomas that are cut and bagged into the fridge before Alysia goes up and plants a kiss to his right cheek.

"Do what you feel like, my heart. Just make sure you don't get caught."

He laughed, and grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

"Sweetheart, I pay people well. Practically everyone is on my payroll that needs to be on it. Even if I get caught, what are they going to do? Arrest me?"

He snickered before moving to kiss her forehead while Fuzen looked on

"So, Dad-"

He put a hand up to shush her up

"No you can't help, sweetie. This, it takes precision... time... You have college work to deal with. Now, shoo. Both of ya have better things to deal with now. However, thank you very much for bringing it here. Now, go take care of yourselves and do the jobs you two need to do. Including you, Fuzen. Once you do your work, you have to run the school for me while I'm here."

She nodded as did Alysia, and the two took their leave with the two talking to one another, hearing a bit of Fuzen being upset she couldn't help which made him softly chortle.

"Big day for you, Tommy. Same for me, well, soon."

He takes the scalpel and starts cutting fine slices of flesh of the man's body, like he was cutting up a fish to make sashimi.

"You don't mind I talk to you like you're my opponent, right?"

He laughed

"Forgot. You have no say!"

He continued his fine slices, placing each slice carefully so that when it's frozen, it's easy to pull apart.

"Tommy, you and I have had several squabbles over the years. Usually with Black backing you. We're always going back and forth against one another, but there's only one of us that is actually in the memories of those in this company, and it sure as shit isn't you, buddy."

The man's meat now showing as he continued his cuts, and while he speaks no words for nearly an hour, but the video shows a cut to the point when Thomas's entire right arm was nothing but a mess of wires: veins and bones.

"They call me a Butcher for a reason, Tommy. You're seeing it right now, my friend. I show this all because nothing is going to happen to me. It's like a certain set of files that are still not fully released and we all know the reason why. You're not like us crazy fucks. You have no idea what kind of pain you're in for in our X-Treme Rulez match this Thursday. Hopefully, a demonstration is what you need."

He then took out a large cleaver and slammed it right into the breastbone, sending a sickening sound into everyone's ears still listening: a mix of flesh and bone being cut through as the video cuts to black.