Oswald watched his students, as he signaled for Fuzen to blow her whistle to stop their training as he walked up to the apron and stepped up, swinging a leg over the top rope and the other followed. He motioned for them to gather around the ring and kept the few inside to rest against the corners of the ring.

"I want to say first and foremost, good job with your work! You all are doing very good work, but there is something I feel like I never taught you all.

You know me, you know how much I like doing flippy shit. However, when I was being trained and they saw my size, they taught me some other things. Like chain wrestling. Now, who wants to see a demonstration?"

Most of them raising their hands, since they've never seen their coach do such a thing.

"Alright. Everyone but you-"

He pointed to his student most like him in size, though the man had more meat when it comes to his gut protruding more. It showed he was a powerlifter.

"Okay, I'm going to show you how to chain wrestle. First, we lock up!"

The man understood the assignment and they did a classic collar/elbow tie up.

"Now, I want you to follow my lead. You all more than likely what is happening next. I'm going to try and get behind him, and he's going to control me with by holding my wrist and twisting my arm."

He does exactly as he said, and he started to put on a show that he was in pain and grabbing at the man's wrists, but pretends it is futile, so he rolls forward on the mat to untwist his arm, then clubbed with his free arm at his wrists. only to quickly go for a headlock, get blocked, so he switches positions and lowers himself so he can perform a snapmare on the man, flipping him onto his back and rolling to sit up, quickly getting up only to tie up once more. The two constantly trying to fight off another as Oz tries to gain control by grabbing at his waist from behind. The man turned, only to get another snapmare attempt, only to get blocked and he hugs Oz from behind, only for Oz to grab at his wrist and hook under the guy's elbow, yanking him away, and now in control of his wrist. The man fought back to try and stop Oz, who pulls the arm and twists it above his head until he's on the other side, twisting it just like what happened to him, but instead of rolling through, he hooks through the space of both hands holding the wrist, and yanks hard downwards, breaking it only to quickly grab Oz's arm and bending it backwards over his shoulder, squeezing against his forearm and pushing against the bicep. Oz grabs at his shoulder, only to spin under and behind, as he grabs the man's left wrist and yanks it into a hammerlock.

"Now, keep watching! It's about to be as smooth as butter! When you're in the ring with a veteran, you can only expect the best!"

With that, he switches it up again, changing positions so his back is against his student, but his arm is being bent until he has a solid finger interlocking pushing him back only to yank him with an arm drag, still holding onto his hand and climbing on top of his student, who is on his back, pushing his hand and thereby shoulder flat against the mat, as he pushes some whispering happened next to the man's right ear, then his free hand goes to his student's other free hand, struggling to keep him down with his daughter acting as a ref and checking to see if both shoulders are down, hitting the mat once only for a shoulder to pop up. Oz puts his knee down on his chest, and the guy still fought back, until he arched his back, so his head was only on the mat and his feet were on the tips of his toes, pushing back against Oz, who pretended to be amazed by the strength his student has, and once he was onto his feet, crossing Oz's arms over one another as he spins around, and monkey flips him onto his back, both men releasing their hands. Both standing up, and Oz grinned, patting the big guy on the shoulder hard.

"Good fucking job! Look at this man! He's one of the many from this class who will lead the XWF! Everyone, take 10!"

Fuzen blew her whistle as Oz hugged the big guy and then left the ring. His face going from happiness to a much more sour attitude as he remembered he has a match against 36.

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"Welcome to disappointment, 36! Welcome to having allies in this business! It's a fun time, isn't it? There are three things guaranteed in this life: Death, taxes and you failing as a wrestler.

I don't give a single solitary damn about your past, because so far when my name appears, you choke harder than Bush did on that pretzel.

Shit, I'm old.

But anyway.

I don't like losing title opportunities, but if it's a friend? I'd rather keep my relationships than have a rift in it, or to have someone jealous. I have been in this business for almost 11 years. I've had a couple friends, but none like them, and if I have to choose, then I will fuck over my teammate. Unless the Bastards want me to be serious of course.

You don't need to say that to me, though.

You are going to get your shit kicked in and you will cease to be, here in the XWF. I will win, keep my #1 contender spot.

So, I'll see you at Anarchy, 36. Dress appropriately. For a closed casket funeral, that is."

The image fades to black.