Oswald and Alysia were used to bright lights, so when the camera panned in, viewers were flashbanged by how bright the venue was as well as by the camera crew taking pictures and constantly flashing the couple. Oz waving to people and Alysia clinging tight to him before he gestures to her and whispering into her ear before kissing her cheek as she relaxed and he did as well, walking to join the other rich people. Several tattooed servers gave them snacks and drinks before they left to do the same for the other famous people. 

On their own little platform above the hall is an orchestra, playing their music and Oz would take Alysia out to the dancing floor and begin slow dancing to the music. The two enjoying spending time with one another, with Oz spinning his wife around before pulling her in close to continue dancing slow to the music. After nearly 10 minutes, the piece ends and Oswald smiled sweetly to his wife, as people clapped for their performance.

With a snap of his right hand however, would make platters and glasses drop when the servers held the majority of the rich snobs at knife and gunpoint.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me. I am Chicago's renaissance man, Oswald Autem Sephtis. I am the person who made Chicago into the best city in all of the world. All of Japan wishes they were as smart as the people I hired to give us this right to live comfortably.

Now, it's your time. Your time to wish you were as smart as myself. As smart as the people who work for me.

Now, give me your companies and I will make sure that you win while you lose. Give me controlling stake in your companies, and much like how I treat my family, you will also start making money hand over fist. Your generational wealth will become eternal wealth."

An older man, nearing 88, would yell out

"Why the hell would we give up our companies, our money, for some cockamamie scheme that will more than likely make us end up poor instead?"

With a snap of fingers, the server nearest to the old man would take the butt of his handgun and smack the older gentleman with it across the left eye. The old man didn't collapse, but when he looks back at Oz, he is bleeding above that eye showing his brow got cut by the blow.

"Because if you don't, you'll end up poor anyways. You forget who I am. Most do. I own all of your companies anyway with all I have done for this state, for this city especially. Universal healthcare, cars that should've existed in the early 2010s if we lived by cartoon timelines, you get what I'm putting down.

None of you will outwork me, outdo my work."

Alysia snapped her fingers this time, as servers pulled out contracts from under their jackets. They handed the contracts to business owners only, ordering their s/o's to pick up the platters so they can have a hard surface to write on.

"Sign on the dotted line, and trust me with your companies. You'll wish you had done this sooner."

Most of them signed their names, some looked tentative, contemplating his words and what this meant for their own power. They still signed, but it was out of greed winning, not because of any heart or thought they had, telling them the deal was a bad idea.

"Welcome to the company. Welcome into the fold. Now, party! Have fun! We're going to make so much money and helping out the state further! Each part of Illinois will be treated as good as Chi-town!

LET'S BUILD A BEAUTIFUL WORLD!

TOGETHER!"

With that, platters were grabbed, weapons put away and contracts handed to Oz before the rich bitches and bastards are once treated to as if nothing just happened. Most realizing that this was the best outcome for them and their futures.

---

"Graves, you're finally you again. Which is funny. Nobody cared about what you did. You went on a winning streak, but did you really? You think people follow every word you say, watch every action you perform.

They don't. Because I exist. I'm smarter. I'm stronger. I'm more entertaining. I'm simply better than you. People want to watch me win or lose more than they care about you winning or losing.

That's gotta eat at you, doesn't it? It's been like that since BoB was founded years ago. I was never looked at as a good choice for the group. I had to fight, tooth and claw, in order to prove to you all that I am simply better than you, 'Miss Fury'.

You probably think that you were some kind of leader. You simply told us shit that we already knew, and acted like you were saying some kind of profound bullshit. You are the reason why a stacked BoB team for War Games years ago, lost. That's when I stopped giving a fuck about you.

Now, for my third match, my second for a title shot down the line, I have to overcome you?

The person who has so many insecurities that he hopes people believe that they are his strengths instead. I see through you, Michael. I see every goddamn thing you've attempted to do, and I am not impressed. There's a reason why you can win, but nobody gives a damn.

Because I simply am, the best choice. No matter the belt, the company knows who brings in views. Who brings out the best in his opponents. I plan on being one of the very few who earn a #1 contender shot at two different belts at the same time.

Graves, you're going to love watching me become Ozzy Two Belts.

I guarantee it."