Oswald stood in his office in his factory, drinking, eating, then looking at a punching bag that was hooked up, which he began to punch, causing the bag to sway around. He was wondering how to get better at this. He's never been part of this tournament, only been part of the King of the XWF tournament, which he eventually lost in the first round. He looked at his servants, watching him in their shadowy guise as he beat up the bag. Soon, he'd stop, looking at an electronic pad up and it showed it was time to spend time with his daughter. He smiled wide, as his servants collided into him and the shadows began to raise as he appeared in his bedroom and began to get cleaned up for his daughter/father day.

Soon small portals appeared all around him, showing alternate Oswalds, getting ready for a day just like this. However, these alternate selves weren't exactly like the past alternate versions that lived alternate lives. This was actually him. The original. The most important Oswald. Each portal was him getting ready, happy and excited about taking Fuzen to the museum. However, he looked at the Oswald that had just recently adopted Fuzen and married Alysia. This Oswald was so ecstatic, actually dancing in the shower, well, most wouldn't call it dancing, just a lot of flailing around as he moved to an invisible beat only that Oz knew. The interdimensional camera went into the portal, just as it was about to close, and it began to film the man. His head shampooed and the suds running down his body, lathering up his tiled shower, allowing him to slide around, making his dancing even more wild. This version of Oz hadn't acquired the powers of his Broken self, he had yet to be gifted any powers and for him to do the things he did, he essentially paid big movie budgets in order to make the set designs and actors. All of this to say that this Oz would never be capable of seeing this camera.

After about 20 minutes of dancing and cleaning, the large man dried off with towels and pulled out his suit and silken black boxers, beginning to get dressed up as Alysia came in.

"Hey sweetie! So, everything is arranged for our outing. The Museum knows we're coming, and I called a bodyguard service, they'll be escorting us as well. Fuzen's going to be absolutely adorable, too!"

She grinned wide as he got up as he was about to put on his pants. The two kissed before she began to help him out in getting dressed as she got undressed and made her way to get showered, showing that before Oswald asked for his compensation for how his Broken self, his wife was a transwoman and hadn't gone through the operation, and though in the future, she would end up getting it, the Seven Deities went into the molecular level and changed her body's physiology into that of a woman. From head to toe. His daughter had been given a molecular treatment as well. Two of them in fact. One to make Fuzen biologically theirs. Two, to alter her age, to make her into the teen she is now. They had also fucked with time, as if she had lived every single year that she had been aged depending on the kind of father the Deities believed Oswald to be. Too coddling, too protective, making the teenaged Fuzen want to rebel.

However, this Fuzen, this Oswald, have yet to have that time, she was three, and now he was setting himself on that path, to make Oswald into the parent he is now. Once he had finished dressing, he called out to Alysia

"I'M GOING TO GO PLAY WITH OUR DAUGHTER WHILE YOU GET READY!"

Oz moved out of the bedroom, and down the hall to where Fuzen's bedroom is. The floor waxed so when he was heading to his daughter's room, he slid across the ground near it and ending at the doorway,

"FUZEN!"

He looked stern towards her, making her bottom lip quiver a bit thinking she did something wrong, only for him to grin wide and begin dancing to entertain his daughter, causing her to smile wide as he continued to dance and she started mimicking him, or rather tried to before moving over to him, as she dressed in a cute white dress, as he bent down to pick her up as he continued his dancing with her wriggling around against him as if she was trying to dance with him.

Oswald and his daughter danced together for what seemed about a forty minutes and that is when Alysia came in, seeing Fuzen and Oswald all sweaty from dancing so much. She rolled her eyes and pointed for Oswald to go shower again as she picked up Fuzen to go give her yet another bath. Oswald was just very happy. He wanted to make Fuzen feel loved and welcomed as part of the family, so he felt that by making the home as happy as possible, he would do such a thing by dancing and smiling around her, even when his promos required him to be all dark and angry, he could never do it if Fuzen was around. As he showered, he once again began to dance, feet sliding far apart, as if he was about to perform the splits, he acted as if one string connected to each leg, was being pulled up causing himself to stand straight again, only to split apart then stand upright. He took some body wash and a loofah as he wiggled his hips around cleaning as he danced. To be honest the massive man had not felt a work out like this unless he performed iron man matches.

Time passed, both daughter and father cleaned once more, and they were on their way to the Museum. The man had hired a couple civilian clothed bodyguards as the family were walking through the somewhat crowded museum, looking at the U-505 boat from World War 2 as he taught his daughter about WW2 and what happened. Though her still growing brain couldn't realize what he was saying, and Alysia saw the confusion in her face, placing a hand on his bicep, smiling sweetly,

"Honey, she doesn't understand what you're saying completely. She'll learn in time. Don't have to overload her right now, okay?"

He nodded and he hugged his daughter before pulling her up and onto his shoulders, smiling as he carried his girl around, knowing that dancing had to have exhausted her enough that walking would hurt further. He held her close to his shoulders, to make sure she wouldn't fall, as they made their way to the Henry Crown Space Center, so that Fuzen could see the Earth as a whole.

This whole day was planned for the family to spend time together, to show Fuzen a great day of knowledge and learning as well as fun. They'd take a break to go to Spacca Napoli Pizzeria for some lunch, before heading back home. After all the fun from dancing and the education, as well as pizza, Fuzen was getting very tired and so he held her in his arms, as he asked Fuzen for a wet napkin to clean her face more, realizing they missed some sauce, and that knowledge came with him seeing the pizza sauce smearing into the collar of his shirt. She giggled faintly, causing him to grin as she yawned and closed her eyes with a smile on her face.

As they came home, he walked with Fuzen, placing her into her bed, as Alysia unclothed and got her into her pj's. The two saying good night to their daughter before walking back to the large living room, smiling as they finish the night off with watching some movies before heading to bed.

Seeing all this again, Oswald smiled. A near 24 hour cycle, fast forwarded as he had started to remember all of that memory and didn't need to see every second in real time. The camera no longer there and instead filming the current Oswald, who just looked at his hands, slowly beginning the process of becoming prune like. It had been what seemed like years since he danced for the sake of dancing because he was happy. The Seven Deities most likely knew he would stop eventually at some time, and that was why she was so stand-offish towards him. In the years they implanted that went with her now teen aged body, had he stopped caring? Did he stop giving a fuck about his princess? Did the man get consumed by greed or by anger? Did the man simply stop being the father she looked up to?

He clenched his fists, his jaw, growling slightly before he began to punch himself, feeling like he had failed in the very thing he wanted most in life. To be a father. He could live without the Universal championship, without the other big belts, but this is something he wanted more than those things, and he had obviously failed in her eyes and memories.

Each blow landed, hard, making his cheeks bruise, his lips sputtering out blood as his cheek was gnashed against his teeth. The teeth beginning to crack until popping out and causing more blood to spill out from his mouth, hurting himself as if trying to pull out that old side of him. Soon, the blows stopped. Blood stopped trickling from his lips as he moved to sit up against the wall of the shower, the water running the blood down the drain. His face began to slowly heal, including the lost teeth as he feels them regrow. He sighed, slicking his hair back as one tear fell from his right cheek, only to wipe it away and start to stand onto his feet. He continued to clean up, washing up as normal, brushing his teeth before getting dressed. However, he didn't put on his shoes. Instead he kept on his socks.

Oswald ran to Fuzen's room, where a servant stood to make sure the door wasn't closed, as he slid to the doorway almost knocking the servant down, yelling out as the speaker system in the house began to blast Freaking Out by Mystery Skulls, a musician they both loved, or rather, loved dancing to.


"FUZEN!"

"WHAT?!"

He grinned and began to dance. She hadn't seen him do this in a long time, or so it seemed, since the last time he danced with her was at a ball he threw when he was Broken. For her, however, it was about 12 years. She looked at him, grumbling but slightly blushing.

"Come on! Dance with me!"

She muttered something.

"What did you say?"

She raised her voice a little

"Idon'twanna."

He looked more stern, but yet smiling as he continued to dance

"I didn't hear you!"

"I... don't... wanna?"

He wiggled his fingers at her as if to summon her towards him as he continued to dance nodding

"Come on!"

"Why?"

He smirked, continuing to dance at the doorway

"Because the Museums wasn't what made our time together special. I get that now, kiddo. It was stuff like this."

She moved over and hugged him tightly before they started dancing together, though she did speak up:

"Dad, you know this song is about losing the love of your significant other and doing everything you can to try and not lose them?"

He nodded

"I only remembered certain parts of the song, and I said to myself "Well, he's afraid of losing someone's love" and I was afraid of us drifting too apart that you would never want to be a part of my life again kiddo, y'know? I didn't look too closely into the song's lyrics."

The song seemingly comes to a halt as if it was a vinyl record and it got scratched to make it stop spinning, as both father and daughter look sternly at the camera

"And neither should any of you."

The song resumes as they continue to dance as the visuals fade to black.

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"So, I'm just going to ask a couple things, and only a couple things.

Who the fuck is Terry Borden?

Where does he think he is at right now, WCW, WWF, NJPW, or TNA?

Cause he sure as fuck isn't talking to a member of the most extreme fucking wrestling federations since ECW with all that bullshit.

That's it.

Welcome to my TED Talk."