Oz looked at his trainees, examining them. He looked at one of the more promising female students, and called her up to the ring. He stood there, seemingly dwarfing the woman. She was nearly a foot and a half smaller than him, but she was more muscular than some of the other female trainees.

"I want to make something known to you all. My career is a lot of losses, and you all knew that. However, people forget the accolades I achieved in my many years in the XWF. Championships, awards from the company as well when it comes to Star of the Month. I am the bench post in the XWF. I am the marker than all other wrestlers attempt to surpass. Some go further, most fall short. Men, women, other. The one thing I don't abide is substandard trash talk."

That's when he picked her up, performing The Final Deletion! upon her, tossing her up into the air and spiking her with the DDT. He then rolled her out of the ring.

"When she wakes up, tell her to get some mic work going into improv or tight five sets at comedy clubs. Because she has the weakest trash talk I've ever heard."

He then looks at one of the male trainees and called him up. Once in the ring, he grabbed the man and yanked him towards the opposite side of the ring, who ducked a clothesline Oz was about to hit him with, and when the man was about to bounce off, thinking he could at least get a flying shoulder tackle off to get Oz off his feet, he was instead met by a stiff thrust kick to the chin, knocking him out and rolled out of the ring.

"As you continue to train, you're going to get rougher treatment. Because some people in the ring are very stiff workers. Some will try to hurt you on purpose. Whether out of true aggression, or because it makes the crowd happy to see real hits going off against the opponents. Look to some of the greats like Big Van Vader, Haku, just to name a couple. These men hit hard, and they hit harder if you showed them disrespect. You did NOT want to fuck with them, but they would only hit as hard as they felt they needed in order to get the crowd to react to the physicality.

I want you people to work together once they're ready, and start working on adjusting how hard you hit your friend. I want to see people chopping hard enough to break blood vessels. I wanna see a knife edge chop do right by its namesake and cause bleeding if you chop your teammate hard enough! You need to tough the fuck up! Because if there's one thing that the XWF cannot be equated to, is dog walking. It's not a walk in the park. It's not something you can breeze through. You cannot just slap on some rollerblades and let a pack run through trails and you skate on by.

The XWF is where you come to test your mettle. It's like caregiving. Because you put in your whole body and your mental stability. Your back may be stiff by the end of the day and hurting, legs aching, arms tired from lifting people from wheelchair to bed. Your mind will constantly run with 'will today be Mister Johnson's day to pass' or 'did I give Missus DeSilva her right meds'. Then you have to deal with the mental anguish especially if you form a bond with them. Now.

GET FUCKING GOING!"

The whole class started to scramble to find partners, a couple tending to their friends and trying to get them to wake up, with Oz's daughter rolling her eyes and opening some smelling salts and waking them almost immediately. Once they weren't groggy anymore, they got up with their friends' help and after some drinks of water, they'd get to work on their assignments. Oswald, however, would walk away, letting his daughter watch them like a hawk.

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"I think I'm tired of facing the same people anymore, and I doubt Madison wants to face me again. She might put on some air of superiority, but I simply don't care about our past. It's our present that matters, and I doubt she'll get that.

She won in the past, but I have no feud with her, I have no quarrel with her. She's a fellow vet of the game, though obviously, I've been around longer and won more titles and recognition in my past than her, but that's besides the point, but if we listen to my words about things in the present, then I don't look too good, do I? I'm not living up to the titles, physical or not, that I have won. All that matters is what will happen NOW!

Madison, I will tell you what will happen NOW. What happens now, or rather soon at Anarchy, is what I'm going to do. I'm going to powerbomb you into oblivion, twist you like a fucking pretzel, and then make you suffer further when I demoralize you. I'm going to manhandle you. You're going to wish for a quick end, you're going to wish for the climax of our match so you can get away from all the pain I'm going to make you suffer through. 

I am paving the way for the future of our company, and you will always be stuck in the past. Wondering if your wins and losses matter. They don't. Because even jobbers can get a win against the main eventers, and you'll live that soon. Because I know how you look at me. You think me a jobber.

You will be shown that you are dead wrong."