Oswald sits at his onyx desk, staring straight at the camera. His face looking calm, collected, yet when he spoke, his fury spoke behind each syllable.

"You people don't understand something about me.

You see a man of vast wealth. A man capable of changing the entire world with every billion spent. What I see when I look into the mirror, is a man fighting the inevitable.

You people will never change. You'll throw garbage at us, calling us the worst of the worst names, not understanding that I am a man who, before meeting my wife, learned how to shut off my feelings towards the reactions of what I view, as children.

You're all petulant children, throwing tantrums when things don't go your way. You lost $100 while gambling? Then it's fucking rigged. It's the casino's fault you placed chips on Red, only for Black to win. And this goes to my opponents as well. I'm the only one who deserves to be in this spot, because I make the masses tune in to watch us dancing monkeys do our job, and then they'll try and go to our hotels and film us. Try to force us to do shit, because of how entitled they are.

'Put your arm around me and smile while I take this selfie and give you no money for doing it. Dance for me, monkey! Dance in your off-time for me!' It's fucking sickening. Why do you think I go from arena to my private jet? Because these imbeciles aren't allowed in the hangars and on the runways. Only legitimate press.

And that's how you three are. You pretend you're a big name, so you are put into a match with me. Some win, some lose, all for you to be changed by my brutality. You think you're entitled to be in a match of this caliber. I've been here for almost going on what seems to be 12 goddamn years. I'm one of the last few wrestlers on a roster full of people that would put Kline, Page and Estrada on their goddamn asses quicker than I can. Not because they were better than me, but because I take my time.

Each match, I tear at your bodies. I rend the very fiber keeping your psyche apart as you experience the most exquisite pains a human being can be put through. I'm going to kick your heads in, I am going to break your legs, I am going to tenderize your guts to make you piss and cough blood. Each punch, each impact, your entire being... is going to get rocked, and you will realize what it means to be trapped with a 500lb Gorilla. Ferocity unbound, anger being wielded like a rapier: precise and deadly.

There is a reason why my name is brought up in conversations. Because I am worthy of being in the title picture, whether or not I've won my last matches, because I will always come through and show out, to make the match to be one of the greatest. Opening, mid card, main event, you can put Oz anywhere, and I will make it the most watched match on the show.

Kline, Page and Estrada, we've all faced one another, I believe? Maybe won against me, maybe lost, but it matters not, because I am the Darkness you fear. I am the Violence you wish to avoid. I am the malevolent storm approaching that will cause untold destruction to you.

It reminds me of a quote by General Douglas MacArthur. 'It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.' Do you three understand what I mean?

Going into a battle against me, is to enter war. Do you have the will to beat me? Do you even think you have a chance against me? Because I will make the ring a war zone. I plan on placing every single foreign object onto the mat before or even after, the bell rings.

Because I'm a sick man. I'm touched in the head. Some people wonder what they're going to eat after they workout. After they get done with work. All the while, here I am thinking about the many ways to dismantle people. I'm thinking of dining on the anguished cries and blood that is shed by my opponents and myself, if they manage to hurt me that is.

The future is clear. The future is bright. I am going to eliminate each one of you and be the sole survivor of the four way. The first eliminated will more than likely be Estrada, followed by Page and that will leave me with my get back on Kline when he is last. I'm going to enjoy breaking him. The ending of this match is going to end with my hand raised the NEW #1 Contender to the Revolution Championship.

Out of the three of you, I'm the hungriest one. I hunger for your downfalls. I hunger for your blood. I hunger for your screams. However, I like hunting for my meals.

I'm going to get my fill of violence, of blood spraying upon my face as I batter and bruise and break you three. You three insolent, insignificant children. You know nothing of what I am truly capable of when I want to truly hurt you. Solomon, Summer and Reggie, I want you to prepare for me. I want you to be on the top of your game.

I am going to conquer you three. I'm going to step on your limp bodies, your lungs on fire, your ribs gripping your heart, your lungs. I will make it so painful that every breath will feel like you are being stabbed.

Once I brutalize you three, my rage... it will be placed onto whoever wins the Revolution championship.

And they will feel my ire for them, just as intimately as you three will during our match.

Good luck."

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