Oswald looked into the middle of his ring, watching his students work off one another. They had learned the basics, now they were putting the basics into a sparring match. Teams of two, and with sixteen trainees, he made it so that they would have to change each time someone tagged their team out, giving another team their spot. The same would happen upon a pin or submission. 

"Remember! If I don't see the right team win, I will lower the scores of everyone! You are to analyze off of the months of work with one another, who do YOU think is the next XWF wrestler! Who do YOU think is the next big heel or face!"

He looked over at his daughter, who was 'managing' the team of two cruiserweight men who he thought to be the winners, the team he believed to be next.

One team was a gender mix, it was the bigger man from months ago, who while still fat, had cut some weight and it went from fat to muscle. Built like a brick shithouse. He looked like as if Chris Farley went to the gym and beefed up, but still looked like a chubby man. His partner, however, she looked like a stereotypical varsity cheerleader, 5'3, athletic, blonde. The only thing that didn't stick into the look, was she had her hair stuck up into a mohawk. Every time someone tried to grab her, those spikes would jiggle about and during the match, saw a couple flatten near the back of her head. 

Thirty minutes later, it was down to two teams, with said team before, and the other were cruiserweight men. That's when his daughter jumped onto the apron and with the ref's back turned, Oz would slide a brass knuckle into the ring, and both teams scrambled to grab it. The big man got his hand on the knucks and immediately swung and knocked out both men. He handed the knuckles to his teammate, who when she slid to the apron, would drop the knuckles from behind her back and the big man ended up pinning both men at once as his daughter jumped down and the ref slid in and began to count to 3, declaring those two the winners and Oz sliding into the ring to grab a wrist of each and raise their arms. Some of the trainees clapped, some rolled their eyes and Oswald smirked as Alysia blew her whistle to gather them up.

"In this business, you can never expect anything to go smoothly. The people who run the company could decide after you and your opponent set up a good choreography, that instead of you winning, it's your opponent. Always wrestle as if they have their eyes on you. That's the only way you'll get ahead.

Every single one of you have done very well, and I'm proud of the kind of wrestlers you all will become. Some of you still need some sharpening up, and if need be, I'll do an offer of after-school support. No charge. Ya'll are here for the love of the game and I admire that, and I want to be the first name you say in your thank yous when you enter the XWF Hall of Fame!"

He laughed before shaking his head.

"Class is dismissed! Have a good day, everyone, and remember to relax. You earned it."

The students grabbed some monogrammed towels from his mansion, always allowing them to take the towels so long as they return them before schooling ends for them. Oswald watching them, his daughter sitting on the apron with him speaking to her:

"One day, I hope they rule this company. That will be the second best legacy I can leave this place. Fresh meat for the grinder. New money makers. The first legacy is the titles and awards I've earned."

That is when the tiny interdimensional camera created by Sephtis Family LLC, flew into sight of Mr. Oz. 

"These are things that will never happen for Razor and Latoya. They're never going to leave this company a legend. They're never going to go far here. Things change, but the one that will always stay the same: 

I am Oswald Autem Sephtis. I am Ghost Tank. I am more broken than you know, more sane than I wish. Before Leap of Faith, you two will be my stepping stone. I will win this match. I will be the #1 Contender. And then, I will once more gain back a title that will always be out of my opponent's reaches. Just like the glass ceiling she wishes she could break through, and the out of touch words he spews out from his insipid maw.

Every time I wrestle in this company. EVERY. TIME. I prove why I AM the glass ceiling for any wrestler who wants to show their worth to the higher ups. I am the most tempered glass you have to shatter in order to prove you WANT to be here. That you NEED to be here. 

Latoya Hixx, Razor Blade, there is no better test to your skill than I. People think that being the Universal Champion is hard? Think that they are the face of this company?

No. People think because they are champions, that they are the reason why people keep coming here. 

No. It's because day in, day out, month after month, year after fucking year, I show up, I show out, and I bring pain and suffering. I hurt the wicked, I humble the good. 

I am Oswald Autem Sephtis. 

And I am going to be a future TWO TIME Revolution Champion... Once I plow through these two chucklefuck greenhorns.

See you two at Anarchy."

The Camera then fades to black...