A ringing sounded, muffled in a pocket. The ringing came with buzzing to let the holder know it was vibrating as well, causing the owner to grumble and pull his phone out of his pocket. As the phone is pulled to his ear, it’s shown that the owner of the device was in fact Oswald.

“Oswald here.”

Some garbled sounds came from the phone as the voice vibrated against his ear

“He’s awake? I see… Keep him comfortable. I’ll be there soon.”

He disconnected the call and looked to his driver, pounding on the side to get her attention.

“Miss Sephtis, would you kindly drive your old man to see an old friend? I had him moved to Rush to keep an eye on him. Step on it, if you wouldn’t mind.”

His daughter looked at the rearview mirror and grinned and soon the vehicle began zooming through the streets of Chicago, as his limo was put to the test with his daughter practically racing against some invisible opponent, as if she had to do it in order to win. The phone was once more against his ear, as he shifted side to side as she drove like a bat out of hell, cutting turns and nearly hitting bystanders and parked vehicles, barely avoiding contact by hair.

It was 15 minutes and their car arrived at the Rush University Medical Center. His daughter got out of the car, moved to his side and opened the door for her dad, with Oz leaving his seat, with his feet on the ground. He was dressed like he was a 1930s Mafioso, with black suit and white pinstripes, but his shoes were jet black and shined so well that one could use them as a mirror. His black hair slicked back, and black sunglasses adorning his face. He looked at his daughter, nodding to her, before kissing the top of her head.

“I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave, sweetheart.”

He then handed her one of his credit cards

“You know the pin, get something good to eat. I’ve got business to attend to.”

She nodded, grinning wide as he pulled one last thing from the limo, and in it was just a cream colored hat with a black band. He spun it around and then popped it onto his head before walking into Rush.

A few minutes later, he was outside of a hospital room. He fixed his tie before opening the door and walking inside. What he saw was Thias with a tube down his throat, machines slowly being unhooked except a couple. Oswald looked at him, taking off his sunglasses and pocketing them before taking off his hat.

“Look who decided to wake up from his internal vacation.”

He smirked, watching Thias stare daggers at him. What Oz saw was a shadow of a man, skin and bones of the giant he put into the hospital to begin with.

“Didn’t think I’d come back, did you? Well then, I bid you welcome to your new hometown for the time being. Gotta keep an eye on you, don’t I?

Welcome to Chicago.

You are under observation now that you’re awake. Soon the nurses will take out most of these tubes connecting to ya. Until then, listen to what I’m going to do for you. I’m going to pay every bill. I’m going to make sure everything you need to get back to 100%, will be provided to you. The best doctors, best nurses, best caretakers, fuck, even the best preachers if you fucking want. I have a proposition for you. You do not need to answer until the end of the road of your recovery. Until then, you’ll want for nothing. Until then, you will be taken care of. I also want to ease your mind, no matter what your choice, you have no obligation to pay me back. Consider it a Phoenix type of revival. You died, now you will come back stronger than ever, and either burn everything to the ground, or you fall short. In either case, I believe it’s time for the Money Titans to come back, and make tag teams fear our combined might once more.”

For the next 45 minutes, Oz would detail his plans, as well as catching him up to speed on the Anarchy tag team championships and detailing his opening a wrestling school, which once Thias is recovered, he can train with the students to get him back to top wrestling form.

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The dead only stay dead for as long you count em’ out, ain’t that right you old fuck-boys?

Relentless 2022 was the last time TNGB was fighting for tag gold on the biggest stage in professional wrestling, and what happened?

Thunder Knuckles seemed to be around, engaged, and trying his damndest to pull his piss-baby partner to the finish line…

“Thunder Knuckles. I’ve only got one thing to say.”

The camera pulls out a large cannabis cigar, and then pulls out a match, as he holds the cigar in his mouth, striking it and then torching the cigar and taking a couple puffs from the cigar, before looking at the camera, blowing the smoke off to the side.

“Drop the fucking belts and get away from Bobby, or I’ll break your fucking back so you can only do the one thing you can with that talentless motherfucker:

Drown.”

The screen fades to black.