He would be sitting upon his bed, watching his wife getting ready for the day. He moved off the bed, moving close to her and kissing her softly while she is in a pair of lacy black and white bra and panties. He chuckled after, seeing her expression, and would give a slap to her plump backside. He then resumed sitting upon the bed while she looked at him, blushing slightly before speaking

"Ozzy, what do you plan on doing today?"

He smirked

"I plan on working out, but then, we're going to hold a grand ball!"

She looked at him, glaring

"Ozzy. Why? Why do you want to have such an extravagant thing to happen? On such a short notice, too?!"

He laughed heartily

"My Queen, the day after I came home, I electronically mailed and called all of my connections and business partners. They were absolutely DELIGHTED to know about such a great event is to happen!"

She scowled, grumbling softly

"When did you plan on telling me about this party?

"Today, my love. I ordered a dress to be made, just for you, and one for Princess Fuzen! Tonight will be about us, about our Princess!"

He grinned wide, which made her feel unsettled. He then gestured to a box on the ground in her closet, which she opened and found a dress that reminded her of the Addams Family movies from the nineties. Mostly because it looked exactly like Morticia Addams's dress.


She looked at him, then picked the dress up and went into the bathroom, where she began to put the dress on. He'd sit there, then seemed like he forgot something, and went to the bedside table and pulled his phone off the top and turned it on. He entered the code and just as Alysia came out in her dress, he'd have the camera app up and running, taking a picture of her. Then he smiled wide as he spoke

"Marvelous! Absolutely magnificent! You look absolutely ravishing, my love!"

She blushed more, her cheeks darkening.

"This will be your dress for the evening. Go to Fuzen's room when you are ready and you will find out her dress. By the time you're back, I will have revealed my outfit as well!"

So with that Alysia would get out of the dress, to save it for the ball. She'd put on a simple white blouse and a knee length black skirt along with two inch high black heels, making her way to him and kissing him lovingly and passionately before walking away out of their room to take care of Fuzen. He would move to his walk-in closet, and knelt down to pick up a large box, walking with it over to the bed and unpacking the outfit.

Soon Alysia would come back, but with Fuzen in her arms, and the two would be smiling wide, and so would Oswald soon as he saw his daughter in her dress! Though the makers only had a version for teens, he had asked for the same dress, but for a size befitting his two year old daughter


"Delightful! She looks so pretty, my love! Our Princess is so beautiful!"

He stood up and moved over to them and the three hugged each other

"Thank you Daddy!"

He laughed softly and kissed her right cheek

"It was nothing, my beautiful Princess! I would do enything for you, dear! You are the heir to the Sephtis fortune! I wish to make you happy beyond your wildest dreams!"

She giggled and hugged around his neck The three would then embrace once more.

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"Brother Blackcoat, while Ghost Tank is truly OBSOLETE! It is still a part of this vessel and it is part of me. I don't know why you have decided to focus your attentions upon me, why you have decided to turn me into an object of your obsession, it is said you have decided to do such a thing. Because I will not return your affections, nor do I have a want to do so. You also seem to not understand how booking works, Brother Blackcoat. In most matches, you do not have a say in whom your opponent is! Whom your partner in crime, is! Otherwise the match would've been just myself and Brother Crucifix, you versus Brother Shade.

I do not understand why you continuously call us friends. We know nothing of one another. You, and I, are not friends. Understand that fact, Brother Blackcoat. Understand we, will never be, friends.

No matter amount of times you talk highly of me, you will not find me reciprocating. You are alone. You are without me. Ever since I foiled your pin attempt, you have grown increasingly queer in the manner of practically stalking me.

Do you think that by doing this, you will lower my guard enough that you can try and take my beloved Championship of X-Treme from me? Or did I rattle your brainmeat so much so that you have become an obsessed person? Because if so, I will gladly rattle your mind further so as to make you back to normal.

I don't think that I've ever had a stalker, someone so devoted to me, that they continuously consider themselves a friend, without knowing me. It is unsettling to the point of anger. You believe we're travel partners as well. I travel with no one but my family. This vessel was so rich in life, he can call up a stand-by pilot and co-pilot, and a stewardess, and get flown to any place in the world with an airport. So rich, I never have to travel in anything but a limo, for the rest of this vessel's days.

We will never travel together, Brother Blackcoat. We have never made a deal. We will not bond over us beating our singles opponents together. Also, Brother Blackcoat, you may love me, but I share no such affection with you.

On to your tag team partner, Brother Crucifix.

Brother Crucifix, you are like Brother Blackcoat. You know NOTHING of me. And you apparently know nothing of this company. In the Ex Dubbayew Eff, this is the hierarchy of the titles.

Championship of the Universe
Championship of X-Treme.
Championship of Hart
Championship of Television
The Tag Team Championship
The Tag Championship of Threes.
Champion of Brother Feder
Championship of Thickalloy

So, believe me when I say the Championship of X-Treme has been what I wanted since I came into this company. Brother Crucifix, this title represents the key to any title I so desire, so long as I and my BROKEN BRILLIANCE can keep defending it long enough to receive a case! I am already at three weeks! Nearing my fourth! Four more weeks after, and I will be a part of the greats who have held their title long enough for a briefcase! I will be one of those who holds the key to the entire Ex Dubbayew Eff!

Now after you babbled on and spoke about your partner, you finally spoke of Brother Shade and myself! Then of YOURself.

Which makes me laugh.

You say you created a match, but give no specifications as to what the match entailed. Was it a hardcore match? Was it a simple Tee El Cee match? Besides! Any match can be where you nearly kill your opponent! One simple wrong move, can kill anyone! Paralyze, anyone!

You believe we should care about this Ex Dubbayew Ee, which seems like a shameless rip-off of the GREAT Ex Dubbayew Eff! Your promotion is nothing compared to us. Every promotion is nothing, compared to us!

You act like everyone has it out for you, but you aren't realizing something, are you, Brother Crucifix? It is your fault that everyone in the match has it out for you. Regardless of how you disliked facing Brother Shade and I together, you are at fault that Brother Blackcoat hates you. YOU are the reason why your own teammate wishes to see you fail!

While Brother Shade might dislike me, I still have trust within him, for he is my tag team partner! I have trust that he will back me up, and will help me win this return match! I have trust enough that he will help me destroy our enemies!

You are your own worst enemy, Brother Crucifix! And you will fall if you do not put trust in your tag team partner for one simple match! You will fail if you cannot say to yourself "By the Seven Deities, I cannot do this all by myself!" and look upon your partner and say "Please! Help me win!"

You two are greenhorns. You two are nobodies. You two need one another in order to survive this match. You two, will fail and you will hear the crowd chant as I pin either of you. You will hear them chant one word.

DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!

Ohhhhhh-hhhooohhhhh yyessss...