The package starts with Oz in front of a black and gold throne, draped by the championships and titles he has earned, like Star of the Month. The ground around it littered in random weapons and armors, all to be made in such a way to represent his past before this match. All of those he has beaten, all those who have beaten him are there as well. He turns and sits down upon it, leaning as he props his arm up so he can rest his head against his fist, as if waiting for something, only to smile and speak as he straightened up.

"Madison, you've always been a nobody in this company. From start to now, you've always been living in a world where I am the one getting all the praise, while you are putting on shit match after shit match, I've been putting on clinics. I've been getting shit done, and when I am not winning, I leave scars, I leave bruises, I leave these people shaking in fear of me. I am the bogeyman. You could say I'm an egomaniac. One thing you'll realize is that I'm unpredictable, Madison. In the ring, I'll annihilate you. You have accolades to your name, I have mine. However, I'm the mainstay in this company. How many of the old heads do you see from 2014? Practically none, right?

It's because they couldn't evolve. They couldn't change with the times. They couldn't change their fates. I know for a fact that I can be hypocritical, but the one thing I'll never do, is lie straight to your face. I'll instead tell you exactly how it is. There's things about this company that brings out the Devil in me. Things that show to the world that I'm unstoppable, because no matter what happens to me, I'll never abandon the hope that you people realize how dependent you all are, on me. If I didn't give you someone to pray for the downfall of, you people wouldn't have a damn thing to do.

'Heavy is the head that wears the crown'. You know how truthful that is? The crown I wear would cause you to collapse. The weight of that kind of importance, the weight of knowing that there's people that are behind my back with daggers, trying to end my career, to make sure I never come back. Mastermind couldn't beat me anymore. He used to when I first started, but now he's nothing more than a broken man. I am the ONLY active wrestler on any roster that actually matters from the era I started in. 

I've proven my use, I've provided the noose, I will never allow peace, so go ahead and hang yourselves when you go after me. 2015 should've been the end of me, yet I came back, and came through. I will never die.

Madison, I've got problems with many people in this world, and it's not just you. I don't want you to think that I am targeting you just because of our little spat. No, I attack anyone who thinks they're able to talk down to me. You wanna be disrespectful, then you can watch me raze the field in order to bring out all the snakes going after me, trying to see whose venom will take me down. Who will be the lucky soldier that finally puts me on my shield for the rest of my life?

It sure as fuck isn't you. I run this fucking show. Without my participation, without my presence, Anarchy becomes dull. With me in the mix, no one is safe. I will push you into a corner, force you to try and hit me with your best shot, only to realize that you do NOTHING to me.

This match is an opportunity for myself to get back to where I rightfully belong: the title picture. I already know which title I'm going after, do you? I plan on going after the Anarchy belt. I plan on bringing a cleansing inferno to consume all those of you whom lay in my path.

Madison, prepare yourself. Win or lose, I WILL change you. I WILL instill in you the fear you believe you don't have for me. I am going to make you suffer.

A match with me, is like going to a tattoo parlor, and instead of getting ink being repeatedly placed into your flesh, I am more like scarification. I'm going to make you hurt. I'm going to open you up with just my brute strength, and feel your life essence drip down onto me.

You will beg for me to just end the match, but instead I will torture you, rearrange you. I will remake you in my image, and you will thank me for it.

In the end, Madison, the reward for beating you, is a prize I'm willing to go as hard as I can, to make sure you feel the gravity of your situation.

The gravity, of dealing with a true villain "

Oswald smirks, as he slowly stands from the throne, looking at the armor and weapons,

"So many. So many souls that have come and gone. See you at Anarchy, Madison. Prepare to lose, and watch me move on to the Anarchy championship scene."

His smirk broadened into a grin

"Because yours will be the latest in my collection."