"Beneath me.

That is what these two are. This is their lot in life. This match is going to be nothing more than blood being shed, wounds made, the crimson life force of Reggie and Summer will flow like the Mississippi River. I plan on making sure they bleed from source to mouth. Xtreme Rules is my playground, after all. 

The only person who knows what it means to be Xtreme in this match, is Reggie. He's at least won the belt twice as I did. As for you Summer, when have you ever attempted to be Xtreme? I don't say this to knock you. You're a woman, you're used to dealing with people who have the most heinous personalities, probably stalking you as we speak. I'm a different type of stalker, though. I stalk like a tiger, that knows that the food source won't care about a sickened or broken member of the pack. Might as well call you an easy meal to feast from.

Now, will people mention what I did in February? I will admit: I lost more than I won. I even took part in Warfare after a several year hiatus from the show. However, you people don't take into account, that in all of that month, I had NINE matches. NINE!

When has Summer EVER had to work this hard? When has Reggie? I single-handedly made these shows more popular by having an open three match card. You people opt-in, and I will fight you. Though, I am going to take it a little easier this month. Can't put on show after show like that and not get worn down. However, why does it always seem that while I'm working, it took nine matches for me to feel tired, yet when I look at Summer and Reggie, they look tired just existing.

Are you two going to play grab ass? Are you two going to try? It matters not. You two are going to get destroyed the second I get my hands on a ladder."

He laughed heartily as he throws his head back, his left hand covering most of his face. His eyes closed, as he laughed. That is when he opened his uncovered left eye, showing it was almost completely blacked out, with the iris being a bright neon green.

"You people just need to know one thing: the two of you are not my equal and I WILL destroy you both. Hospitalization at the most, bruised and bloodied flesh and open wounds. Believe in these words, and know that things will go my way, whether it's now or if it's later, I always find a way to come out on top.

This match is no different. Reggie, I don't know much about you, nor do I care to know anything about you. You exist, that's all you mean to me, and you exist to be my punching bag.

So, both of you, do your worst, because I plan on doing so. I plan on twisting, snapping, tearing. I plan on breaking you both mentally and physically. I am going to make you both mentally distraught as I perform surgical strikes against you.

So, on Anarchy, in this Xtreme Rulez match, I am at an advantage, and I will be exploiting it and I will have my hand raised at the end of the match. Because no one, is more hardcore, than me.

See you both soon."

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Oswald could be recorded, the sounds of a jet plane in the background. He has his feet up, a red wine in a glass in his left hand, cupping it in a V-style. A little swirl before he sniffed then downed the alcohol. Across from him is his daughter and wife, both enjoying their ultimate first class treatments as he watched this 'war' start in the Middle East happen on his tablet being held in his right hand.

"Good thing I'm getting Illinois away from fossil fuel. Gas prices are going to get horrific. Fucking idiots run this country, I swear to God."

He rolled his eyes, as he moved away from watching the news to the stock market. Seemed like the companies he bought are doing relatively ok. Making money, but not the amount he wanted.

"Fucking oil is going to be expensive as hell. I'll have to do something about this shit. Like always."

He sighed as he placed his glass down and placed his tablet on the side table in front of his seat.

"Going to have put in work not just trying to mitigate this absolutely idiotic behavior from our supposed government. Or else this economy is going to collapse under the weight of egomaniac pedophiles and Nazis."

He grabbed his wine glass and as a flight attendant was about to give him more wine, his anger boiled as he then threw the glass, smashing it against the solid metal of the plane.

"FUCK! I'm so happy I have two people to fight in my match, because this shit is riling me up and I really need to get this anger out."

His wife and daughter shook their heads while being pampered with Alysia speaking

"It's okay, hon. Calm yourself before we all fall to our deaths. Internalize that rage and let them have it on Anarchy. Until then, join us and let your crew help manage your anger a little bit with deep tissue massage!"

She giggled before he sighed heavily, nodding.

"For you, fine. I will take it a little easy until then. No promises, but I will try."

He says as he lays back and another person, this time dressed in white, comes over to him with lotions, oils, hot stones and incense, to help the Monster relax before his match on Anarchy, flying to Atlantic City, to get ready for the match ahead of time.