Oswald just walks back and forth, back and forth, pacing, wondering what the fuck the office is thinking! He growled as he walked out of his own office, going to his gyms, going to the one made for parkour, and he began running around, to get his anger out, to blow off steam lest he decided to start breaking some very, very expensive objects. 

After about 30 minutes of running around, and jumping in several different ways. Up, diagonally, side to side, down, over objects, wall to wall using triangle jumping as well as Ninja Warrior, by having hands as well as his feet against smaller walls going up and down the passage through hops to catch himself from slipping completely. After all this, he grabbed a towel and wiped himself down and sighing softly. 

"The fuck were they thinking? They put me with some random person, against my best fucking friends. The only people who have ever been on my goddamn side, and I have to do this match with some random motherfucker? It's like they were tired of me winning, so they decided to punish me. Could have quite literally pit me against anyone else. 

We have a President thinking I want more tax cuts. I make enough fucking money that it's hard for me to spend it all, even when I'm giving it away to make sure my home and hometown are taken care of. When I die, the money I leave will set up GENERATIONS for my progeny. Call me Nega Musk, because I actually try to help people, pay people living wages, and I support the immigrants of this land. While I'm on this earth, with all of this money, to make this world better, to make cancer is eradicated. To make the homeless get their own homes. I don't really even work except maybe once a week to make sure my businesses run smoothly, and if there are hiccups, I will personally deal with it. 

What I do? What I have done? What do I see in the future?

I see Chicago becoming a Mecca of sorts. A place where everyone comes through this city, fall in love, and it expands. Because Chicago was given a second life. I am a Saint in this city. Yet the XWF decides to fuck me and my friends. They want me to fight them. It's just yet another time in my long career here, where the Office decides to fuck with me. 

Y'see, the heads of the XWF, they don't want me to get too big. They don't want me to go after any other title. They want me to try and dethrone TK and Bobby. 

Well, I'm telling you fucks right now, I won't do it. I will tell you right now, if my partner is out of commission, I hope they have a quick refractory period, otherwise the second I get into the ring, I'm going to fold on purpose so they can pin me.

See, the heads of this company don't understand something about me. I am the kind of man that latches onto people. It's what makes me vicious to my opps, but also what makes me a great friend. 

Thunder Knuckles, Bobby Bourbon. You are my best mates. The best lads this Irish-Italian asshole could hope for. Shit, I pay for most of their ventures because I believe in them. 

At Leap of Faith, the crowd is going to be disappointed in me, and I do not give a SINGLE, SOLITARY, FUCK! Be disappointed. I may destroy people in my path, but I will not harm a single strand of hair on my boys. If it weren't for them rooting for me, what happened a couple years ago, would not have happened for me, without their support. 

I am here, because they showed me some goddamn RESPECT! Respect that is very long overdue. I've earned the Star of the Month TWICE and I still get nothing but disrespect. Whether it be new people or old, they show me nothing but contempt. 

You people... You people don't understand the lengths I go through to keep my brothers happy. My teammate will be pissed and all I can say is, good fucking luck. Because if we are going to win, I'm going to pull you off of them. 

Office has a lot of explaining to do. Why they felt this was a good goddamn idea. Do they just hate ratings? Do they hate me that much? Do they hate them that much?

At Leap of Faith, this match is going to be a huge disappointment, and yet, I'm going to have the biggest damn laugh at everyone's experience. I'm going back to my training, to get this anger out of my system. The fucking audacity-"

He starts to stack weights upon the large Olympic made metal bar, complaining the entire time, with the weights at 350lbs as he lays down on a bench and begins to do bench presses as the camera fades to black.