Oswald, after his last promo addressing Lionel, is now seen in the makeshift doctor office/ER room, his personal in-house doctor looking at how badly damaged his hand is,

"Ozzy, come on now. Before your trifecta? So unlike ya."

He sighed, shaking his head as he goes to a white dufflebag with a large Red symbol on it. Unzipping it, he pulled out a couple implements. One being a syringe and needle capped. On the side is Novocaine, the other hand held a small machine with the symbol of one of those bathroom symbols, just an outline of a person, and a wrench.

Oswald watched as the doctor came back and he lifted Oz's injured paw of a hand, using his teeth to take the cap off and without verbal warning, he stuck the needle between each knuckle, injecting a little bit of the numbing medication to help with the pain and calm the pain receptors in the hand as well, as he opens the machine and fit most of Oswald's fingers underneath the underbelly of the machine before resting it down.

"Well Oz, mah boy. Time for you to wait for an hour as the machine repairs as much damage as it can. The rest of the way, as per this Doctor's instructions, until your match no more 100% solid objects. Something that can actually have some give when hit. Stick to the bags."

Oswald looked at him, sneering

"I want to hurt things, Lare. I do some horrible shit, but these... fucking disgusting individuals make their lives hurting ADULTS, and this is the kind of sick shit I read from those Files?! To know that this shit was happening behind my back, it proves several things."

Larry looked at his patient, as if trying to understand him further.

"Well, help me with this. What does it prove?"

A heavy sigh came from the big man

"One: There's a shadow government, worse than what I want to build. Two: A certain country performing heinous acts of its own, are behind all of this. Finally, three: It proves that every. Single. One... Needs to suffer. Because they're government officials, I can't do a goddamn thing."

The Doctor shrugged his shoulders

"I don't care about a lot of shit in politics. You pay me, I live here, my family gets taken care of from that money. That's all that matters to me."

Oswald rolled his eyes

"You're a doctor. You hate children are being hurt."

Larry frowned once, sneering like Oz did

"I'd fucking gut those people with a scalpel, yes. I'd get very surgical with it. They would be kept alive, for years, as I carve pieces of their flesh off, let them regrow their skin, then do it again until they're nothing but eyeless, earless, noseless freaks, with no more appendages to hurt children with, while they look like one giant scab."

Oswald smirks, nodding, machine still working on his hand with a soft buzzing sound.

"Well put. I'd add that I'd want their victims to know that we're giving them torment that would fulfill any fantasy they had."

The two men let those words they spoke hang in the air. A couple minutes later, Larry would speak

"So. Let's change the topic for a moment. I know you can't do this shit to them. You do, however, have matches you WERE training for. Who is number 2?"

With his non-injured hand, he waved it around

"Someone who believes they're a clown. I've dealt with Phantom Panzer. I can deal with this one. They're fresh meat. They might have a good head on their shoulders, or they may end up being the worst wrestler in the world. I guess we'll see once the match comes and ends. Will they be a worthy opponent? We'll find out. I don't have any high hopes.

When I am as livid, as angry as I am right now, that's when I win. I was angry in December. Became Star of the Month for the third time in my career. Getting some of my anger out, I simply didn't give a shit against Graves. But after January 30th?"

He exhaled sharply

"I'm. Wrathful."

He gestured for his right pocket, and Larry lifted Oswald's phone from his pants and Oz took it with his free hand, turning it on, entering the code, then passing it to Larry

"Hold the button down to record video. I've got something directly to say to this clown."

Larry did as he was instructed and a light popped on. Larry kicked his left leg up onto his right thigh and relaxed as he recorded for Oz

"Schadenfreude Clown. That's an... interesting name. You've probably heard some of the shit I've said. I don't exactly have just one camera. Anyways, welcome to the XWF. I am Mr. Oz, and, I want you to know something that will matter in the long run. I am like a rabid carnivore. I am hungry for something to eat. I plan on feasting upon the bodies of you as my main course, Lionel as appetizer, with my dessert being Miss Fury.

You run along the history of this company, you see my many victories. You see my list of accomplishments, don't you? I would imagine you wouldn't come here, without knowing your first opponent. So, you have a choice. I pin you immediately, you keep your flesh untouched. You won't have to deal with bruising.

Because if I have to fight you, truly, no amount of clowns from a clown car will stop me from mauling you, leaving you bloody and battered. I will make sure you tap out as I attempt to rip your jaw from your face.

I.

Am.

Your.

Suffering.

So, do please not do the first. I'm begging you to not pussy out. Because I feel like making a clown wear red without applying makeup."