"Sometimes, the Villain needs to lose, in order to enhance someone else's story. Need to lose, in order to grow into something stronger. Like the future XWF Anarchy Champion."

He smirked

"You're welcome, John. Now I'm in a different title picture, against some nobodies and some people I do know about."

He looked at a picture of Centurion

"How many times do people have to put you on your back, before you realize that the title will never be yours again, especially when I'm in the picture. You're a hasbeen and a neverwas, at least in these years of the XWF, so why the fuck do you try to stay relevant when you seem to stay the same boring self? Don't need to reinvent the wheel like I do, but spicing it up would make sense, no? What would really be spicy, Centurion? You bow out of the battle royal. Because no one would expect you to put your ego aside and leave it to the people who know how to go after and win, titles."

He then looked over at a picture of Big Preesh

"I remember advocating for you to be in the original BOB. How about you return the favor and just let me pin you real quick?"

He chuckled as he looked to Misty

"I don't believe I've ever gone up against you, but I know your name, and how much promise you started with, only to fall into the mud time and time again. Your notoriety is just as far in the toilet as another person in this match."

He looked over at a picture of Mastermind

"Remember how you used to win against me, Mastermind? Yet a while ago, I remember being your last match in Anarchy, then you went to find yourself again, and that self you found, is worth less than the t-shirts you print just to prove a point. Start mastering your own mind from now on, because I know deep in your own, you can't master your very own mind, and I'm the reason. We once had a rivalry, but I handily ended that and made you mentally suffer, didn't I? 'How could someone who used to lose to you, be winning every match against me' I hear you say to yourself every night before you go to bed.

The answer: I'm fucking built different."

He didn't even bother with Marisol and Summer Page as well as the picture that has a ? on a blank outline of a person, before looking at Cameron Parker.

"Still too green for me to truly mention anything, but I've seen some of your stuff. Not impressed. I give no fucks about you. All you are, is garbage. I'm going to treat you like community service and just get it over with so I can go on to other shit in my life."

He then turned his eye to the picture of Dick Drizzle, laughing

"This will be the second battle royal with something of a title on the line. Before that, it was you versus me versus John. I would like to point out I'm still a little sore than John got the title to begin with, because how many of those title shots did I win, show after show and he as well as John lost. So why the fuck is Drizzle here in a match for the vacant Anarchy belt? Go back to your house, retire and live life off of your residuals and social security."

He looked at the camera now, smirking

"I have no reason to be afraid, or feel anything that should hinder my performance, because every single one of you are of no import. The only one person who matters on Anarchy, is me. I will be crowned champion yet again, because this company, this show itself, needs a villain, and I was born to play that part.

I am the True Villain of the XWF, and I am going to do everything in my power to make sure you all don't lay a fucking finger on the belt, or else I will break your fingers, and make your family scared to leave their home. Not because it's to hurt them, no, but to scare them, day in and out, until you all realize that this title? It is MINE. I will hold onto it again, and I will make sure you people never look at it unless I want you to see it. When these disgusting clowns called fans chant your names, I'm going to beat the ever living shit out of you until you're a bloody mess and then throw you out onto your face.

There will be no heroes in the XWF, so long as I am the XWF Anarchy Champion. No heroes will dare step up to me. No tweeners will step to me.

I will hold this title and show how this company kowtows to MY needs before all of yours. Holding onto the title, means that you all will beg for relevance, and I will deny you. I will refuse to see your names near mine until you worked back up to the top, just so I can throw you back down the mountain.

See you fools at Anarchy. Prepare to feel your egos die a little, as I stand tall with the belt and my name is said loud and proud 'AND YOUR NEW XWF ANARCHY CHAMPION, THE TRUE VILLAIN, OSWALD!"

With that, he snapped his fingers as the camera cut to black.