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Idiocracy Evolved - Mr. Oz - 09-17-2026
Oswald sighed as he saw the local Chicago news van roll onto his estate. His right hand held a wine glass with dark red liquid. He wore his regular all black suit, as slender fingers came from out of frame to his dark pink tie, re-tightening it as he took a sip of his drink then placed it down. The two sharing a deep kiss, before pulling away from one another, except his left hand and her right hand touching at the fingertips.
"Another day, another dollar. Another day of fleecing the fools while putting their own wool over their eyes."
He smirked
"They love you out there. A little rest after those matches was truly needed for you. You won the hearts of Chicago. Even though there's a reason why the resistors constantly call you a butcher."
She chuckled and slowly pulled from his arms before leaving as the camera finally got a good look of Alysia in a ball gown that was dark pink. The two made their way out of the Master Bedroom, making their way towards the foyer of his mansion, had the look of burnt wood, to replicate the state it was in when he moved back home; both as a way to remember his childhood, but also to torture himself mentally. The black paint had the ashes of the very burned wood that he had to remove as a request of his wife. She wanted it to feel like it's a home, and not look like a burned down mental asylum.
He opened the doors as he greeted the news team pulling out their equipment.
"Welcome! Welcome to the Sephtis Estate! Please, come on in and we'll go to my office."
He gestured for the reporter and a producer to follow as Alysia made sure their employees helped the crew out. A minute of walking and they got to his office, and ten minutes later, the crew came with their equipment and began to set up lighting and the microphones. He gestured for the reporter to sit in front of his desk in a plush office chair, which she did as the makeup team began to touch up Oz as well as Alysia and the reporter. After minutes pass with them getting room tone and other tests to the equipment to make sure it was properly set up, the signal for them to start rolling would go until the reporter spoke.
"Today we are live from Chicago, Illinois at the prestigious Sephtis Compound. Thank you Mr. Sephtis and Lady Sephtis for allowing us to interview you today."
"It's no problem at all! It's been a long time, so I figured I might as well get this out to promote not just my match, but for all of XWF's roster competing at Red Dead Relentless."
"I wanted to first bring that up, if you don't mind."
He smiled
"I do not. Go ahead. Shoot!"
"Your opponent is Scoops McGee and this stipulation has two different outcomes. My question is: Why in the world would they make you be put in a lose/lose scenario? Either way, a loss or win, means the match ends up being all about some of the richest men and they'd overshadow YOU, the Savior of Chicago. It honestly seems like they dislike you."
He smirked and shook his head
"No, no. It's nothing of the sort. It is a massive joke, and while it's at my expense, it's also at the expense of Scoops. Unless he's fond of Nazis and thieves. However, I lost a match, this is the stipulation of this one now. I want Mark Zuckerberg out of this company. I can quite literally pay for this company and make more money than Mark could. Because all of his visions are shit. His visions come from the cost of somebody else's ideas. Then we have a Nazi-excuse me, Musk."
He doesn't continue on from there, because he believed that was all that mattered to him. As she was about to inquire about it, it's like she caught onto his wavelength and moved on.
"What do you have to say about Scoops?"
He sighed
"Well, we trained together here in my home, with my students. We lost. I don't blame him. I don't blame myself. However, I learned much about him. The problem being? He's not him. He's not ready to face me. He might talk big, but he's not as beloved as I am amongst my fellow Chicagoans. I am the Savior of this city. Even though I get talked about as being a Butcher, though those people are severely misguided, I have saved this city using my billions. Whereas both Musk and Zuckerberg have used their billions to continue enriching themselves. I don't donate 99% of my wealth for a good reason. My pay for my employees comes directly out of my pocket and with the taxes I don't cheat my state out of, I have brought a Paradise.
I may not be the Father that Chicago wanted, but I'm the Father that actually stood ten toes down into the ground and reaffirmed my status as a true child of the Second City and protect it and its people.
But Scoops, back to you. Part of me wants you to win. The other part wants you in a wheelchair by the time you leave the arena and go to whatever shithole you live in. So I offer you a lot of good luck, because you'll definitely need it."
He chuckled and the reporter asked one last question
"Sources tell me that you truly do kill and torture people. Even providing video evidence."
He looks at her, and he moves his left hand to his throat and makes the 'cut it' gesture as he took the microphone off of him and stood up as he ushered them, angrily, as the camera cuts as he is mid yell for them to leave as the video fades to black.