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Mr. Oz · (03-30-2025)

Oswald is in the middle of the ring, resting himself against the top rope, looking at his students. His mind wracking with something to think of to get them in the spirit, in the mood. He sighed softly, whistling to get them to gathered next to the ring apron.

"I'm proud of most of you. In the future, I can see you all being a star in the XWF. Hell, any company you join in the future. Some of you still need work, and I'm always around in the evenings, just ask.

Losing can be disheartening, I know that much to be true. However, a loss doesn't have to be the end of your career. Doesn't have to be the only thing you're known for. Look at me. Getting surpassed by new blood left and right. I win in between, but I do lose. It's what's best for business if I make my opponents look strong.

However, in the middle of those losses, people have forgotten what I've accomplished. Outside of the tag titles and the Hart Championship title changing to what it is now, I have won many titles, some retired by now and not worthy of note anymore. People always miss that detail. When people miss details like that in you, that's when you strike them. They want to prove you're weak? Prove how strong you are, lean into it. Because that means they're underestimating you. They want to say to the world you're not worth their time.

Destroy that. Dispel that illusion they've crafted, and you will become the biggest threat they've ever come across. Make sure you show the world the mental image that you've spilled blood, sweat and tears! Make them have to replay a scenario you've handcrafted. A scene of you, fighting so hard, so much that you're exhausted, that you've been hurt, but yet you fight on!

Because that's what I've done every step I take into the XWF ring. I put my body on the line! I pour every ounce of who I am, into almost every single match I've been in! That is why I have touched gold! Because I put every ounce of myself into almost every match I have, to show the world to not fuck with me!

If you stick to this program, by the end of it, you WILL touch gold and hold it! Because I know what it means to hold some of the most coveted titles in the world! Keep training, and you will reach every goal you set for yourself!

Now, let's get to fucking work and mold you all into some of the greatest fucking wrestlers that ever lived!"

The class clapped heartily, as they dispersed, some going to the squat machine, some doing bench presses, others in the ring and stringing together what a match could look like if it was official and in front of a crowd.

Oswald smiled as supervised, as his daughter came up to his side, whispering something to him as he leaned down to hear it. He nodded, and she would replace him as he left the gym, leaving his daughter to watch over the group and train them.

"Justin York. Nice to meet you. My name is Oswald Autem Sephtis. You may forever call me Mr. Oz, or Oz. Our match is pretty standard fare. Win or lose, nothing on the line, nothing special. Just two men going at one another to prove who is superior.

The answer is and shall forever be, me. I may be the veteran here, I may have a loss record, but you're more than likely going to ignore all of my accomplishments. Typical. It's absolutely stupid that people forget that I have a real history of winning some big matches and winning some of the big name titles in this company.

Like Batman, lost my parents at a young age, but instead of becoming like him, I chose to be like Bane. My physicality pushes every wrestler in the locker room, down the ladder. It's rare when someone can match me. Management sends me against people like you, to either put you in your place, or test you to see if you have what it takes to continue in this company.

Year in, year out, match after fucking match, I beat the ever living shit out of someone, and whether they win or lose, a piece of me is stuck inside their minds. A piece of me is always going to gnaw at them and wonder if they can act normal when someone mentions me. I want people to think of the torture I put them through, because that feeling will never leave. It's a parasite, always wriggling around your brain.

At the Ides of March, you face me. You face a man, getting to an age where most retire, but I continue to persevere. You will not stop my progress, you will not halt me. You will be ran over, broken, and useless. I will see to it.

A wise man once said 'If you are going through Hell... Keep going' and that is what I intend on doing. Right through you. Because if I want to have peace at the end of my road, I will have to go to war."

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