Oz and his wife sit in his limo, sharing a thick blunt cigar, hotboxing the back. That's when the privacy screen for them goes down, and the driver turns, showing it's Fuzen.

"Can I get some of that, Dad?"

Oswald chuckled, nodding to Fuzen but Alysia looks between the two as she holds the blunt

"She needs to drive, Ozzy. She can't be stoned right now!"

Fuzen rolled her eyes

"Mom, I was already getting that shit in front here. I just want one drag, y'know?"

Oswald chuckled as he placed a hand on Alysia's shoulder

"Sweetheart, just one time while driving. I promise she'll stop asking after."

Alysia growled at him, rolling her eyes as well as she hands out the cigar to her daughter who then takes it from her

"Thanks, Ma! Thanks, Old Man!"

She took a deep drag on the blunt and held the inhale while handing it to her mother. After 30 seconds, Fuzen exhaled a big plume of smoke into their cabin before making the privacy screen go back up as honking happened all around her and behind them. Apparently she did all this during a red light and traffic was getting pissed with the rich people sitting in the middle of the street and not moving during a green arrow and green light. So she floored it and her parents felt them practically flying as their daughter took a sharp turn.

"Fuck. Maybe that was a bad idea, Alley Cat."

He snickered while she looked at him, scowling

"YOU THINK!?"

She got herself upright, and looked away from him in anger. She was opposed to it, and he pressured her to still go through with what their daughter wanted. 

"She's going to get into an accident if she is allowed to smoke while on the job. And you, her damn boss, allowed her to do it, will get you in more trouble than her! I swear, it's like you don't care about what happens to your image!"

He smiled, then chuckled

"You see that one man go out on t.v. and do the Nazi salute? People still buy his shit. I don't think image matters anymore once you're in the billions of dollars range. Can buy the fucking internet itself from every company and show who truly owns this world. However, look at what I've done with Chicago. I'd rather do this than force people to think a certain way. Force them to change their morals in order to buy something from me. I prefer people saying their shit towards me, so I know how to improve."

There was some wetness on his suit, as some ice from his hairs melted and made darker circles on his already black suit.

"I work, so that you don't have to. I mean, shit, Fuzen doesn't have to work but she still does in order to pass time. She helps with the school as well. I'm so proud of both of you though. So, truly, do not worry about my image."

She sighed, looking his way

"Still, you should care a little bit. If she wants to get high, she should do it off the clock, okay?"

He nodded. They felt the limo come to a full stop and the sound of camera shutter snapping as the screen went back down

"We're here! Enjoy the party with all those old fucks!"

Her parents looked at each other and shook their heads as the door is opened by one of his staff and he gestures for Alysia to leave first, as she got out in her own elegant way. He would slide across the seats and one big hand grabbed the door before he stepped out and stood next to her, with their left and right arms linked together as they walked into the venue.

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"Marisol. I have to say, you don't seem to be very... educated. I bet you'll mention not knowing me, in spite of being such a storied member of the XWF roster. So, I'll let you learn something about me. Deep down, and deep in my past here, I showed my love of one thing in particular. My love for pain. Giving and receiving, and now I get to have both, because they have given me the power of choice of our stipulation for this #1 contendership.

I've come up with two matches here. When I went to a particular butcher shop, they'd let me enter my own little version of nirvana. I'd be hooked by meathooks, hung up, and kept there for an hour. Why do you think I'm so fucking CRAZY to be one of the only people with goddamn BALLS to have three different matches, three different stipulations, two #1 contenderships on the line for two different belts. 

So that, is what we will be doing. My old fashioned Meathooks of Horror. The only way to win, is make sure your opponent CAN NOT move. Arms, legs and back. So if you plan on beating me, plan on hooking me, you better make sure you knock me the FUCK OUT! HIT ME AS HARD AS YOU FUCKING CAN! Or else, you are going to feel the worst pain in your damn life. I will not make this fast. I will make sure you suffer for every second I've got my hands on you. 

Prepare for your worst nightmares to be made manifest. Prepare to beg for mercy, but I want you to also prepare for one thing. Prepare for me to say no. Prepare for my anger, my hatred. 

You will be nothing short of being a beautiful portrait to my pain and your suffering."