Oswald sat in his limo, as it drove to the HQ of the now renamed Sephtis Co., dressed to the nines in his usual "Office" attire. The man enjoyed looking nice, so to him what he jokingly call his "Office" suit, is just any other suit he'd wear on any other day. However, this one was taken care of by his personal seamstresses and tailors that were hired to live in compounds made specifically for his live-in help on his massive estate, built connected to the servants that buttle and housekeep. He may be a bastard, but he cares a lot for his family, even if it's one he's hired on. Truly embodying the phrase 'we're not coworkers, we're a family here'. 

In his suit, he reaches into an inside pocket, pulling out his cell phone, and checks the different notifications on his phones. Some are about his many different businesses and their dealings: from stocks to what's going wrong with a project. One message catches his eye, and he smiles. The camera shows it's a text message from his wife and daughter, both together smiling with their tongues out while flicking him off and the actual text saying 'have a gd @ work!' He lingered on that message, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. 

After a couple minutes from him pulling his phone out, it had been placed back in the inside pocket of his suit. His hair from head to beard were trimmed and styled very well, showing he paid top dollar for even haircare. He feels the limo stop as the border window between driver and passenger lowered, and the driver spoke while looking in the interior rear view mirror,

"Mr. Sephtis, we're here. Shall I wait here for you, or would it be permissible that I just fuck around town so long as I come back when called?"

Oswald, hearing the words would chortle, throwing his head and shoulders back a little as he did so. He then shook his head, smiling widely,

"Let's go with numero dos, Javi." 

The two would exit the car at the same time, walking over to his driver and handing him a thick cigar and a book of matches.

"Go have fun, brother. Enjoy Chi-town. On me. Anything you wish. Even if it's to put some nitrous tanks to make this shit a jet. Don't care. You want it, tell them to call me and I'll have them charge that shit on me. Within reason, of course."

Javier nodded, taking the cigar, sniffing it, recoiling at the strength of the aroma,

"How the fuck do these not knock your ass out after you smoke this shit, man?"

Oz laughed loudly

"It's called a tolerance, son. Why the fuck do you think Snoop has to keep getting stronger shit sent to him. Now get outta here before I put your head through the windshield."

He placed his hand on Javier's left shoulder, and though he was smiling, Javier knew he didn't need to be told twice to leave, and nodded before leaving to the sidewalks of the revamped Chicago, disappearing into the crowd of people simply walking towards their workplaces. Oz looked around, finally noticing he was in the HQ's parking garage in the spot reserved specifically for him and his family. Even his former Money Titan member, now a servant, has his own spot. Seeing that car, knowing he was there for his guard duty whenever Oz comes in to work. 

As he's walking out of the garage, he is accosted by someone. The man looked like he could be straight out of infomercials you'd get at 2 a.m., creepy smile and looking as if a rat turned human and put on the ugliest clothes a human can wear on purpose. He wore a dark blue polo shirt and dark brown khakis. When he saw the man, he thought the worst: a crackhead. Instead, it was just Bobby Sales. 

He immediately face palmed and drug his hands across his own face while growling in absolute despair as the smaller man approached and then spoke to him

"been looking for ya, partner!"

Oswald just strokes his well trimmed beard as he looks at Bobby, his face switching back and forth as muscles twitch from showing a sneer and disgust to just a flat frown.

"Bobby. What do you want?"

"Well! Now that you ask, was wondering what your plans are for the match is! Come on, buddy! You can trust me!"

Oz eyes and brows moved in unison to glare squint at him then he showed his obvious disgust

"You're nothing more than a salesman. You're as trustworthy as one of my fellow billionaires. Those people are not worthy of mine. Nor are you, by proxy."

Oz starts to walk away, heading to the front entrance of his company, 

"come on man! Seriously! You're just gonna do everything or something? You need my help!"

People started to pass them, and Oz moved close grabbing Bobby, smiling to the people as he spoke louder than normal

"You know what? That's a great idea! Let's go to my office, shall we?"

"Th-thanks! Hell yeah! We're gonna make a plan that absolutely demolishes them!"

Oz continued to guide Sales into his company, waving to his security as the two walked towards the elevators meant only for employees. Once inside, he pushes a button not on the panel itself, and once it is clicked, a bunch of clicks and wheels going 'cuh-clunk' as they move parts for the elevator to get pulled in a different direction than just up. It then followed some tracks for what seemed like a minute, before a few more clunk and the feeling of almost getting rocketed to space, and after a few seconds, it began to slow down greatly until finally it slowed to a snail's pace as it neared its destination. Upon stopping, Oswald pulled Bobby with him... 

Only for Bobby to get thrown through the ornate looking huge office, landing on top of the mahogany wood table, sliding off of it and onto the ground with a soft 'thud'.

Oswald then first took off his suit jacket, watching the smaller male, slowly getting to his feet as Oz takes off his shirt and both jacket and dress shirt are pulled and placed on top of the table, now only wearing his tie and pants. The tie was next as he undid it, as Bobby stood up watching while trying to crack his back after the landing and slowly backing away from a now advancing Oz.

"C-come on now Ozzy baby! We don't have to fight! J-just listen to what I have to offer you as a tag partner!"

Oz then wrapped the tie around his right fist before punching Bobby hard to the gut with a left hook then followed quick with the right hand to the jaw. The 2 piece combo so quick that when Bobby was hit, he doubled over, practically pushing his face out for that massive right-handed haymaker and knocking him straight to the ground.

"How many times, do I get a-" he said as he yanked Bobby by the collar of his shirt only to get hit in the sides, causing a cracking to one of Bobby's lower ribs "WORTHLESS!!" another massive gut punch, causing Bobby to double over and onto his knees if he had been allowed, as Oz kept him up on his feet with the hold in his shirt "PIECE OF SHIT!!" he sends another punch to his stomach and as he speaks, he sends out a massive haymaker to Bobby's right cheek/chin, cracking it "PARTNER!!!"

Blood was all over Oz's chest from the amount of massive body blows causing Bobby to cough up blood, then the blow that made him gnash his teeth against the inside of his cheeks, causing bits of cheek flesh and a couple teeth to be coughed up onto his pants.

"I don't need you. I'll handle everything my fucking self, like I always do."

He walked over to his desk, pulling out a small device, opening up the door to the office. Upon being opened, a rush of security and medical ran in, and began to put Bobby on a stretcher, all the while the bed scanning his body seeing several ribs broken, bruised spleen and large intestine. His jaw had broken, cheek broken, several lacerations in his mouth and 3 missing teeth. As Oz opened a desk drawer with the other hand, lower on the left of the desk, and pulled out some weak brand of hard liquor, using it with a rag to clean the blood off his body. He'd rather smell drunk than put on clothes to get soiled by blood.

"He's my tag partner. Make him look brand spankin' new. Then throw him out onto the fucking street like the trash he is."

With that, the assistants, guards and medical personnel left, as the advanced bed started to fix the lacerations in his mouth, leaving the rest to the Doctors, as he looked to the interdimensional camera he stole from Panzer, and was now trying to get the XWF to buy the license for.

"Graves. Arroyo. You both are lucky. Luckier than I, and I built a fucking empire and helped transform an ENTIRE CITY, into a Utopian society. You both have teammates who are equal to each other. I've never had that."

He says as Thias walks in with a new pair of pants for Oz, who takes off his pants and throws them to Thias, who grumbles and walks away with the bloody pants. Oswald wearing black boxers, with the leg holes nearing the knees. He puts on the pants, both at the same time and looping the belt through its holes on the pants as he speaks again.

"Graves, you've been an ingrown ass hair near my hole for many years and decided to team up. Now I have two I have to take care of. I'm sick of you being around. I'm sick of seeing your face. I'm sick of you just fucking existing. However, you must be a great teammate. One that Arroyo must be proud to be tied to. Both of you have accolades that rival one another and that puts you on even footing.

I have not, and never will, have someone on my level. Above both of you, but that isn't the point.

It's because there ISN'T anyone on my level. Money Titans was a failure, TWICE! I had to put a bigger man on my back TWICE! Now he's my servant until he pays back every red cent I spent or grows some balls."

He would put his shirt on now, and then fixed the buttons on it before putting his tie on, fingers putting it back into normal position, adjusting it as he spoke once more.

"At Leap of Faith, you both are going to see the true devastation of what I'm like, when I have to work twice as hard. You both more than likely saw how much I worked when I had three matches for months. Yes, I lost to Graves, but in my defense, I was just starting that challenge so I wasn't fully prepared. Good job on you. Next time was after I felt low. Then I picked it right back up. But when I'm with pathetic losers as my teammates?

I smell blood in the water. You two are buddies, chums...

And I haven't eaten in a long... long time."