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Getting the cue to make his entrance, Oscar would finish lacing up his boots and take a swig of his canteen of ultra-pure lamp oil before shaking his arms out, grabbing his torch, and heading to the ramp. He'd go ahead and light the torch up as he held the oil in his mouth before hearing his entrance theme kick in.
Returning to us from the depths of Leviathan in the United States... standing at six foot five and weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds... Give it up for THE Barbarian Prince of LAW... OSCAAAAAARRR ORELAAAAASHHH!!
With the intro out of the way, Oscar would pop out right on the ramp and hold the torch upwards and towards his face before spewing the oil from his lips and blasting a giant fireball into the air! The crowd would let out a loud pop at the young lion's signature entrance as he walked down the ramp to give high-fives and smiles to some of the crowd before passing the torch off to a staff member and rolling into the ring. Oscar would go straight to his corner and make himself cozy- staring at the ramp as he was eager to meet the newest member of the training program.


