Oswald is seen running the ropes in his gym's wrestling ring, before sliding out and tagging in two people, a male and female, who slid into the ring, and he looked at them both as they stretched a bit before bouncing themselves a little bit on the ropes. He brought his hand up before slicing the open hand down through the air, giving them the signal to begin. The two started by having a small run into the ropes they were stretching with, then going full steam ahead. They began to run, always missing each other with the run. He then tagged the bigger student from his last promo, then tagged in another student, who slid in.

"Now, let's embrace this chaos! Continue running! These two are coming in, and I want to see you four working into a rhythm! If you feel yourselves starting to push too hard, slide out and I'll tag in someone else. Now, MOVE YOUR ASSES!"

With that, the four were watching each other, before the biggest of the four started the runs, with the other 3 watching his speed and then ran. Each of them running past one of the other three without hurting each other. This went on until the fatter of his students got tired and he yelled out, "HEY! I TOLD YOU TO SWAP WHEN YOU'RE PUSHING TOO HARD! GET OUT!" He then slapped in one of his female students with a bit more muscular build who ran began to bounce before Oz came into the ring as the fat student was about to bounce into the ropes, pulling him out by force. The student that was supposed to pass by, bounced off the ropes and then his muscled female student slide in and continue the running path. All the while, Oz pulled the fat man off to the side, sitting him down on a cushioned steel chair. He passed on order down to his second-in-command, aka, his daughter. She watched intently, as she grabbed her whistle, ready to call out anyone who was pushing themselves too hard.

Oz looked at his student as talked low to him, "Look, I get it. You want to push yourself to lose weight. I get it. You're going to be fine, man. Pushing yourself too hard is only going to get you injured and if that happens, how will you work out then huh? Take a breather."

He then picked up a cold water bottle from a nearby cooler, handing it to him.

"You'll be okay, Spence. Just cool down, relax. The training isn't done just because you're exhausted. I'm gonna give you a half hour to cool down, then you're going back in, and I'm going to push ya further. I believe in you, man. You've got what it takes to be a star in the XWF."

Spencer nods as he begins to pound the water down to cool his overheated and now very sweaty, body. Oswald then walks back to the group, placing a gentle hand upon his daughter's right shoulder as, with people doing turns on their own, now knowing Oz will pull them if they push too hard.

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"Matthias, I want to start by congratulating you for being a champion. As someone who once held the title, you know it takes talent. Mostly, it takes talent to defend it. Granted, at the time I wasn't exactly at peak performance, but I am getting back to it. I want to say that I saw your last promo. Good stuff, except a couple of things you say about yourself. You say you're not a role model, you say your brand is violence and chaos. You think you're original. That's a good confidence booster. Now, what if I told you, that you're not. That. Fucking. Original?

I've been on that brand since before you came here. No matter the iteration of me, it always has the one borderline trait: I LIVE for violence. My DREAMS are chaotic. So I'm going to tell you this: You don't want me to bring my dreams to life, because that will end your career.

There is one thing you said though, that makes me laugh and I agree, if we change the subject of that insult. You said the majority of us are Benadryl. Which is funny, because you're the Nyquil PM in human form. Nothing you can say, nothing you can do, is original. All of it rehashed from shit I've said. Every time I hear a promo from you, I have to make sure I'm already in my bed. Jesus Jumping Fucking Christ on a pogo stick. You are the Sandman, but worse, because at least he has a reason to put people to sleep. You just put people to sleep just by existing. We hear you breathe, and we already feel like taking a nap. At Snow Holds Barred, you'll be locked in a cell with me, and if you've ever seen a gorilla get attacked, especially in a small place, you know how vicious they can be. I'm going to make you bleed heavier than a tiny cut on the forehead after drinking a couple beers. When I leave the cell, you will be lucky if I don't break every goddamn appendage of yours before I get out of it. Stuck pigs will look at you and say 'Man, that's one stuck pig.'

At Snow Holds Barred, I will walk out the NEW XWF Revolution Champion, and you will be looking up at the lights, battered and bruised, and goldless.

See you soon. Expect the worst coming at you."