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The Reason - Mr. Oz - 09-01-2026
Oswald is seen, standing in the library tower, all the way to the top, where there is an observatory, so he can just enjoy seeing the past in the present.
"So many stars, far away, some shining for their last moment before exploding."
He sighs, picking up a glass of wine, swirling it before slowly drinking it.
"I have three to face at Anarchy. I may be dragging a bit, but that's to be expected when you've been having singles matches. However, this time we're in CHIRAQ!"
Behind him, a bunch of fireworks started flying and exploding behind him
"We are at the hometown of the one and only, MISTER 'MOTHERFUCKING' OZ!"
More fireworks explode behind him.
"Now, first star that's going to get its last shine, Edgecrusher. Usually I like to do a promo for each of my opponents, but why do that when the only one worth it, will get it. For now, Edgecrusher.
Something about your name, just screams that you think you're, heh, edgy. You're not. It takes an edgy motherfucker to name themselves the crusher of the very thing they embody. You lost to Solomon. A very tough opponent, so I will give you props for... attempting, I guess you could say. However, you're not worth the actual praise I would give to you. You didn't win, after all. Your showing was, lackluster.
So what do you expect to do with me? I'm a storied veteran in this company. Though, I will admit, I am getting up there in age. Nearing my fifties, after all. So if you lose, what will people say? 'Look at this dude. He couldn't even beat an old man!'
I am Ghost Tank. I am Oswald. I am Broken. I am Mister Oz. Remember that, child, once we get in the ring. Because I can still run circles around you, and break you in half like the pencil neck you are."
He then sighs, as he takes another sip of his wine. His wife rising up in the glass elevator to the top of the tower. He would hold out a hand as she walked out in a beautiful white dress, reminiscent so much of Morticia from the 90s Addams Family movies, but instead of leaning into the goth, she leaned into the light. Her hair curly and down to her shoulders as he pulls her close, making her spin before she pressed to him, head to his chest, listening to his heart beat.
"I don't have much to say about my second opp, though. The man's name reads like a child finding out it's funny to call themselves by the third person in an attempt to get attention. To get people to give a fuck about them and ask questions. You force me to be in contact with you, boy. You force me to interact with you."
He then gently began to twist Alysia's arm, making her twirl around as he watched every curve that the dress hugged tightly.
"Much like her dress, I'm going to cling to you. Like a corset, I will take away your ability to breathe comfortably when cinched too tight. I'm going to smother you and make you realize just how wrong you are to be in my business. In MY ring. In MY presence.
You will wish for death."
He pulled her back to him when he finally shared a passionate, loving kiss with her. The sound of lips and tongues playing together before the kiss is broken, and he smiled softly to her. She was the first one he could share his true self with, and their daughter being second.
"And I did lie about making another promo just for my third opponent, but I'm feeling a bit..."
He licks his lips as he looks at his wife
"Preoccupied. So I'm going to do this quickly. I have many an appointment to get to tonight once I'm finished here. So, Vita. Nice to see you again. I guess it's time for us to grapple, and I promise you, that I will hurt you the most.
You're actually worth my time, but yet, not worth it at all. A conundrum wrapped in bullshit. 'Vita Freakin' Valenteen'. Who do you think you are, hm? You've been around a long time. Not as long as me, though, but still a good amount of time. You know what I can do. What I'm capable of.
For those not in the know?"
Soon a bunch of drones flew behind him, forming a scythe made out of their lights.
"I am Death. I am Destruction. I bring Ruin. I bring Decay. I bring your End."
The drones fly away as a bunch of fireworks pop off together as he pulled his wife into another kiss, as both whisper 'I love you' to one another. Coming up from behind her, is a man bound and gagged, led by their daughter. Fuzen dressed like a high class type of goth. Black dress, her boots custom made to be combat boot heels.
"I bring forth the end to traitors, to insurgents. This is a war, Vita. One you may or may not be capable of fighting. Sometimes I have hope when I see you wrestle. You'd find no better a supporter than I. Then you dash that hope when you lose.
The problem is, I'm going to have to cut funding of my hope. Because at Anarchy? There's going to be meat on the menu. Grade A Vita flank steak."
He was then slid a meathook into his hand by his daughter, only to push gently away his wife, swinging the hook with the force of a seasoned Blacksmith, straight into the man's skull, who would die very quickly as if putting an exclamation point on the conversation as a whole.
He winked at the camera, as he and the two women danced around the bleeding body, taking turns performing a classic waltz together as the camera fades to black.