Oswald sits in his stretch limo, but he wasn't alone. His family was with him, as well as a bunch of older men and women. The man sitting in the middle of the group in the back of the limo as the others listened to some song, he wasn't paying much attention. However, not long after rolling, the limo comes to a slow stop, only for the driver to come out and walk around to open the door for the party, who began to climb out. Oz chuckled, as he took out a thick blunt cigar, lighting it, and taking a drag on it before handing it to his wife, who took a drag only to hand it to their daughter as Alysia climbed out first. Fuzen next after she had hers, handing what was left of the blunt: a quarter. 

"Greedy, ladies. Very greedy."

He chuckled as he was the last one to get out of the limo, with what's left of the cigar kept between his lips. He holds out his arms, both taking an arm as he walked in as the camera showed that the building is multi-leveled and most of the levels are full of music and multi-colored strobe lights. In large letters it is displayed like thus:


However, his family and his guests went to the glass elevators inside, and the two started climbing high. While the elevators passed the music being played, with some of the party doing short dances just out of boredom. Soon, the elevator hit the 20th floor and the elevators opened as the group left and touched on Oswald's private floor, where the windows are blacked out, so no one can penetrate the science that enhanced the windows to make sure thermals, sound and just normal eyesight can't penetrate the floor. However, Oz's microscopic interdimensional camera continues to follow the groups, filming everyone. Only his family know about the camera and control it.

As they walk inside, they all walk down an extravagantly made hall with 3 paths. One is for a conference, one for record keeping and finally his office. They all made their way to it where servants opened the large obsidian doors and inside is an office the size of most normal homes rooms by a factor of 10. Just for this meeting, Oz had hired a DJ to play inside his office to entertain his other guests. He gave a kiss to both his wife and daughter upon their cheeks when they started to get people dancing who to keep their attention as Oz looked at several men and women who were dressed more flashy than the other guests, causing them to follow after him. Once they're all together, one of his bookcases would slide open and he ushered them inside the room which was smaller than the conference room, but just as well made.

Once inside he closed the bookcase, and took his seat at the head of the table, with his VIPs sitting down.

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((OOC: G1-G5 = Guest 1-5))

G1: "Oz, why do you want us to be in here? We know you have a big match ahead of you. What could be so important?"

Oz: "Because it is so important. I require advice."

G3: "The big and mighty Butcher requires us to help you brainstorm?"

G5 chuckled as they took a cigarette and was about to light it when Oz snatched it and destroyed it.

Oz: "Tobacco is much worse for you." and he slipped them a joint.

G5 gave a light nod as lit it before smoking

G2: "So, most of your opps have beatchyo ass, man. You think you got a snowball's chance in hell man?"

Oz: "Yes. Never bet against me. Do I lose? Of course. I never talk about having a perfect record. It's not about wins. It's about carnage. 36, he is good. Tommy is no longer living in Black's shadow and is doing well. Judd's the damn champion of the X-treme."

G4: "So the fuck what? You always talk about how you're the big and mighty Oz. Look at what you've done for Chicago! Now put your mind to it, and terraform the X-Treme Championship!"

Oz chuckled and after a minute of silence, he spoke while looking to his camera

Oz: "36, you're good, but I know deep down, I'm better. Losing then gave me a chance to get better and then come at you once more. I'm going to show you why I'm feared. Why I have all my accolades. I can accept losses.

Wish, I must applaud you for building your name. You put stock in yourself, fucking finally. I'd be feeling proud if I didn't feel rage from remembering you have beaten me. I'm not going to tolerate another loss. You can get that shit out of your fucking head right now. You and 36 know my brutality, firsthand.

Judd, you've been making one helluva name for yourself. Problem is, I feel like having a third reign with that belt of yours. I believe this is the first time you will be in the ring with me, and you'll be begging for no more matches with me in it once I'm done.

At Anarchy, we're all going to be very intimate. One ring, caged like animals. The problem for you three? It's three baby seals against a full grown polar bear and I am very, very hungry. At the main event of Anarchy, this cage match is going to end with me touching the ground first, my left hand raised in the air, and my right holding the X-Treme title, with it held high up in the air!"

He looks to his guests in the room with him.

"Time to go clubbing."

He began hitting each of them with jaw cracking forearm strikes, knocking them out as the scene fades to black. Picture fading, shutting of the bookcase, entombing those guests while he went to his family to join the fun!