XWF FanBase: The IWC (gets varying reactions in the arenas, but will be worshiped like a god and defended until the end by internet fans; literally has thousands of online dorks logging on to complain anytime they lose a match or don't get pushed right)
He sighed as he pulled out his cell phone, and hit a couple 'buttons' on the smart phone, and it dialed Abaddon. While he was waiting for the phone to dial and begin to call Abaddon, Ghost Tank had placed his scythe upon its place against his back, his kamas tucked back under his shirt. He only held the khopesh in his right hand, left hand bringing the phone to his ear. He looked at one scrawny man rushing at him, wearing nothing but a thong. Apparently Ryuusuke didn't trust them with his money, nor his drugs.
As the scrawny man ran at him, holding a steak knife, Ghost Tank would chuckle and shake his head, bringing a massive leg up, and the man ran into the giant boot.
"Pick the fuck up, Abaddon."
Soon he'd hear a sound and he'd hear Abaddon speak
"What do you need, Tank?"
"I need you to locate someone for me."
"Don't you have guys that do this shit?"
"I figured you would like to go on a manhunt for someone that is marked to die."
He said as he moved over to the man as he stirred awake and was getting onto all fours, starting to get up, having a huge boot print on his face. Ghost Tank grunted as he kicked hard into the man's side
Abaddon and Ghost Tank stood as they saw a large building with one way in, and two ways out. The way one comes in, and all the way at the back. So Ghost Tank looked to Abaddon,
"Sneak around, guard the backside. If he runs out, catch him and we'll kill him."
And with both men nodding, the plan would start. Or, rather, the carnage would start as Ghost Tank moved towards the building, holding scythe in his right hand, khopesh in the left. He walked slowly, as Abaddon would sneak around the building, moving to wait a couple feet from the backdoor.
Soon, Ghost Tank began to walk slightly quicker. The two guards watched this somewhat heavily armed man was coming at them. They began to shout in Japanese for him to stay back. He only moved quicker, and he twirled his khopesh around the wrist, the scythe tossed at the left guard, and he ducked. The other guard watched his friend narrowly avoid the hit, which caused both of their lives, as Ghost Tank swung the khopesh, and cut off one head, and twisting the blade, he swung it and lopped off the other man's head.
Ghost Tank then picked up his scythe, and rammed shoulder first, causing the wood door to burst open and some of it exploded, causing many splinters to be shoved into Oswald's body.
He continued on as guard after guard came after him. Each guard meeting their deaths gruesomely. He became a massive gorey display, of blood and chunks of flesh and body parts. With some of the quick disembowelments, he'd actually have shit splattered upon his pants and the midriff of his black shirt, mixed with blood.
It took thirty minutes to work from front to back, in order for Tank to get to Ryuusuke's little lair set up in the back. It had a marble floor, bright white marble walls and ceiling. The desk made out of a white birch tree. His chair he sat upon being white leather with a high back.
"Hakujin... Ghost Tank... Oswald... Do you have to kill me?"
"Yes, Ryuu."
"Then do it hand to hand."
Without much prodding, Ghost Tank took his weapons off, and tossed them to the side.
Hearing the metal landing upon the ground, Ryuu got up, and from his hip, was a tanto and using the smaller, quicker, almost more agile body to his advantage, Ghost Tank would be caught off-guard, but not for very long. He dodged, moving side to the side, avoiding many of the attempts to kill him. And to try and end it quickly, he stepped off to the side, but stepped, ultimately, into the blade, and it plunged into the side of his abdomen, where it went easily through the skin and muscle. Now close, Ghost Tank grabbed Ryuusuke, straight to his throat, and began to apply pressure, squeezing his throat, and cutting off the artery, and with his fingers pressed in such a way, he would be digging into the spine as well. When the second hand came up, the man would die within a second as his neck is snapped, and it would be lights out for him.
Ghost Tank dropped his body, took his weapons with the tanto still plunged into his side, and walked to the exit, grunting slightly. As he came out, he saw about four people, laying dead on the ground. Tank chuckled softly, as Abaddon noticed the weapon in Tank's body.
"So... uh... do you need a hospital or something?"
"No."
And with that, Tank would walk away and so did Abaddon, heading to their respective places of rest.
Sculltard Said:Did I really hear you ask, who's match had more chanting? I can admit, Yes it was yours. The match between Eli and yourself, compared to the match between mine and Davids, the fans were louder for yours, that is true. It's damn true. Yeah I heard them chanting 'Boring'.. 'Get them off'.. 'GT Sucks!'.. 'We want Scully'.. I heard it all, you big, ugly, hills have eyes brotherfucker!
Quote:Eli James pulls the mammoth man to his feet, Tank hopping on his one good leg, and this time manages to properly throw Tank into the stairs. The steps go flying and Tank crashes and burns to the floor once again.
Now Eli has his sights on Tank as he’s lying against the remnants of the steps… SPEAR!!! Eli crashes into Tank, sacrificing his own body to spear the Pale Rider into the steps and ring post! Both men are on the floor trying to recover, and the crowd is chanting ‘holy shit!’
Ghost Tank is stirring, and Eli manages to crawl up and roll into the ring in time to break the referee’s count on both men… Tank follows momentarily. Eli is to his feet, slowly, and he stomps on Tank as the big man struggles to stand.
Finally, Tank is to his feet, and the crowd pops huge for it! The crowd is really behind Ghost Tank!
"Yeah, they were saying exactly what you were saying. You deserve to have your Championship given back to you, because they were cheering the fuck out of me. They wanted me to win. They called for me to win. They wanted to see their favorite win the brawl against Eli."
Former and Future <img src=https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> Champion, Scully Said: I hit Gillyflower with an Untouchable. A maneuver you couldn't do for the life of your kid.
From The XWF Official Website Roster Page Said:Tertiary Finisher: Fall of Death's Gaze
Description: Red Arrow
From The XWF Official Website Roster Page Said:Secondary Finisher: Untouchable
Description: Corkscrew Shooting Star Press (used by Adrian Neville)
"I've been doing the Red Arrow since I became The Phoenix. Your attempt to say I can't do it, has become your own weapon against you. Honestly, Scully, I don't have to demean you any further, really. Abaddon fucking tore you apart. You say I'm going to lose a second time? Poor Scully. You and I had a match where I wasn't fresh and when things went bad, guess what? You needed help from the then general manager of Savage. Then you decide to fuck with Vinnie, and you don't think that he wouldn't put you in a one-sided match against a man who wants to tear you a-fucking-part? Are you that dense, boy?
You need to respect Eli. That's all I have to say about that. He gave me a chance at my first pay-per-view. In the year and a half or so I've been in the Ex-Dubbayew-Eff, I've wanted to test myself against someone like him. I wanted to face Gilmour back when he was the Hart champion. I wanted to test myself, to prove to myself that I am the best. If I can beat him, I can beat anyone.
Respect should be given to a man like that. Until he shows he doesn't deserve it.
In our match, when you beat me, the fans weren't cheering for you, they were booing you. You beat me in the most fucked way, by cheating. I could've gone into the gauntlet, and still beat Peter and Soldier with one leg. Instead of a worthless bitch like yourself.
Even though you answered the question, here's my own to you, Captain Simpleton. Guess who has some one of the most honorale belts in the entire fed? I'll answer for you: me!
I'm one of the fucking champions! Not you. You won't be walking out of the arena with gold around your waist, either.
Did I embarrass myself with the Ferngotti shit? Yeah. A little bit. Again, it was because a man I thought was a good friend of mine, decided to throw the friendship away, and fucked with me. Simple, like yourself.
I'm going to end this whole thing, because like me, you tend to talk too much about nothing, and it never comes to a fucking point. However, I've learned from my mistakes. So here it goes...
Be glad I don't have to defend my belt against you. You think you'd beat me for my belt? Brother, I've beaten you before, and on Warfare, it will be another time I've beaten you. Even if Abaddon wasn't around, I'd still beat you. Why? Because you're an absolute nothing. All bark, little bite. Lady Luck decided to throw you a bone, and that's why you won the Gauntlet. However, I think she wants to watch you fuck up.
And fuck up, you shall.
It's almost nearly time, Scully. I can hear them louder as the seconds pass until the second we face off! Can you hear them again, Scully? The lovely, almost angelic singing of the screams?
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