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Mr. Oz · (09-22-2016)

He listened to Z's promo, but chuckled softly. He held his daughter, and Alysia relaxed with him. He laughed then, as did Alysia. It would seem his twisted sense of humor had begun to rub off on her. She used to dislike his killing, which is why he hid his kills from her, but once she saw a promo. then how he had won, she knew that he was gaining power, and it made her happy to see him happy.

"He thinks he's making me anxious, but that is far from the truth."

She pressed closer to him, and they both gently touched their daughter's head as she slept in his arms.

"So you told him to make your doll the only one available, hm? You have that much confidence, my Gomez?"

"Oh yes, my heart. Yet somehow he thinks I'm faltering. That I will be making mistakes, and one of them making my doll the only one to be used. It is laughable. He's a nobody and he's trying to pretend he's better than I, the Hart champion!"

"Well, you do know what you have to do, Ozzy, don't you?"

She grinned evily

"Destroy him. Make him suffer."

He looked at her, with a bit of shock.

"So, you want me to kill him? Thought you hated my path."

"Oh, I hate it, but you know what? Emerick brought out my anger when he tried to kill you nearly a year ago. I want you to break Z apart. I want you to make him suffer and cry and scream and beg for you to end his life. I want him to die painfully."

He listened to her, and he smirked

"Then I shall do what you wish, my love. The New Breed will be unleashed, and Death will follow."

He would gently pass Fuzen to Alysia before standing up slowly, bending over to kiss her softly.

"He will rue the day he accepted my challenge."

He made his way out of the living room, and disappeared around the corner.

She held their daughter, smirking,

"This will be a fun match to behold."

"Z."

He held out his onyx khopesh, holding in his right hand, a whetstone. The sound of metal on stone coming out as he brushed the steel with the whetstone.

"You think I'm a prophet? Honestly, I'm sad you think that way. I'm no prophet, since I am not someone who speaks about the power of someone else on their behalf. People like you. You pray to the loa, you submit to them. I do not submit to anyone. You preach about their power. I don't preach about someone else's power. I talk about MYSELF the GOD of DEATH. I am what I say I am, you poor lost child.

My wife is becoming blood hungry like I've been for a year and a half now. Z. When I face you, you are going to die. Your soul will be reaped, and I will become more powerful. The more I kill, the more powerful I become, Z.

You're nothing more than a stepping stone to ensuring that when I face McBride, I'll have more power. I'll become stronger than you could ever imagine, Z.

But you won't live to see that day. I will end you in your very first match, and we will do the same thing we had happen to Shade. He wanted to take my mantle of Death, but what did I do? Killed him. Our medical and shamans and whatever the fuck we have, brought him back. He was forced to serve me as was his girl. Know who else wanted to prove he was Death, and not I? Mike Emerick. I burned him in my stipulation. He didn't even fight me, he knew it was futile to fight me.

Every man who has decided to fuck with me, to try and put my title down, to try and take me down and prove I am not Death. I kill them, I hurt them. Ask Cain. The immortal one. I put him down where he belonged, beneath my feet.

Z, you are not going to win. I'm glad you accepted my challenge. Because this is going to show you that no matter what they do to those dolls, you will still end up like the others. Bowing before me, and accepting their fate.

The loa act like they are on your side, but they really are not. I am the Grim Reaper, I am Death, the Destroyer of Worlds. I am the one who breaks the spirits of his enemies. You will be no different.

This will be a fun match. I look forward to seeing what you can do in the ring. Seeing and feeling what the lumberjacks are going to do to my dolls. Have you ever seen one of my creations? How much punishment I can take? Obviously, you have not."

He continued to use the whetstone, turning the blade over and doing the other side

"I am the God of Death made flesh, Z. I will take your soul down to Hel, to where she will have fun with your spirit. Samedi will disown you, and never accept your offerings. Hades will have your soul tortured. You do not comprehend what will even happen to you, do you, Z?"

He then placed the whetstone down, and picked up a four hundred grit sandpaper, though he didn't use all of the paper, he had a little piece, about the size of a postage stamp, and began to keep taking care of the weapon, running the paper along the blade.

"You'll feel it soon enough, though. six more days, Z. Know what you should be doing, Z? You should be running. Death is coming to Ireland, and souls will be taken. The more I kill, the more powerful I become, Z. Do you think you'll stop me?

No, you won't be able to do it. You're not good enough to destroy me. Do you hear your own screams yet, Z? Because I'm hearing them. It's going to be a legato. A lovely scream as I ruin your self-esteem. As I ruin any reputation you once earned. As I leave you completely and utterly broken in mind and body.

As I watch your life drain from you. As I see the last bit of your life escapes, and the light of your soul is taken by my hand.

I am the Father of the Underworld. I am your Master. I am your God, Z. You will bow to me. Can you hear it at all yet, Z? I wish to know...

CanYouHearTheScreams?

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