Oswald stands in front of a podium, with a bunch of reporters sitting a couple chairs apart, while he is dressed in a black suit as normal, but now he has a twinge of gold, in the sign of a big blocky M with the dollar sign right through the middle. As he stands there, he handles the Billion Dollar Championship, grinning ear to ear, a little red, a bit sweaty, but for a good reason.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I gather you here to make a big announcement about the match. Y'see, me and Dick, we had a great bout, one that would make even my God form want to weep openly. That's how amazing that match was.

He was a tough opponent, but in the end, I am STILL your REIGNING, DEFENDING BILLION DOLLAR CHAMPION!"

He lets out a roarous laugh before looking at the reporters.

"What? That's it. That's all I called you here for. Go return to your shitty lives."

Before everyone starts to get up and leave, with them grumbling and calling him a dick, a douchebag, an egotistical cocksucker, he coughs.

"Oh, I almost forgot. One more thing.

Vinnie, Theo, and Raven if you're still here. I have successfully held and defended this title a few times now for a year almost. How much more do you require, before you finally recognize my belt as a TRUE championship belt?

You see that people are lining up to come for my title. So why not make it official? There's money to be made by making this belt a recognized and official championship in the XWF."

He looks at the reporters

"Okay, now you all may leave."