He kicked out with authority, flinging Duke far away from him and onto his stomach, before standing up and laughing softly. He moved off to the side and grabbed a case of 36 cans from Pepsi. He then opens up, and begins to grab, one after the other, and begins to slam into his face, so hard he began to bleed. After the 30th can, he would move over to Duke, with his face coated in blood and the sticky, sugar filled contents of the Pepsi cans.

"Progeny of Duke!

I knew you'd come!"

He would lift Duke up onto his feet to look at him.

"Brother Duke, you will not win. You will not gain my title this way. The only true way you will have a chance, is in our match next week. For now, I do hope you understand why you're part of the club known as OBSOLETE!"

He would perform The Cries of the Obsolete! and slam Duke's back and head hard into the ground before he performed a kip-up, and both feet slammed into Duke's chest, then decided to leave Duke all by himself, in a small puddle of blood formed from Oswald smashing the heavy cans against his head. The blood mingling with the soft drink.