Ghost Tank looked to his phone. To take his mind off the deed to come, he had a few texts come in from Alysia, letting him know she touched down safely, and was heading home. The next text was her letting him know she was safe and she couldn't believe how big his house is. He let her know the house had security that she can turn on and off when she feels like, and the pool is heated, so she can go for a swim whenever she wanted. That is when Ghost Tank received the call he had been waiting for

It isss time...

Ghost Tank hung up as he heard the click from Hysteria's end. He then called Frodo,

Brother, it is time. Head to the Church.

"A'ight, nigga, see ya there.

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Ghost Tank arrived at the Church. It was already looking a lot better, the Soldiers having done well in restoring it to its former glory. He stepped to the entrance, and pushed the doors open gently, slipping inside slowly. Once inside, he saw Hysteria standing behind the podium. He threw his arms out in greeting of Ghost Tank's arrival,

Ghooost Taaank! When you called me, I had been worried about you. Soooo many times you fell to opponents so beneath you! You want to change? You want to transform?! Well, I did as you asked. However, dear Cleanser, your transformation, your revival, will come at a cost! So Sayeth the Higher Power!

He pointed accusingly at Ghost Tank,

Is your heart still with the Higher Power?!

Ghost Tank nodded as he spoke,

Yes, Prophet! I still serve the Higher Power!

Hysteria snapped his fingers, and Ghost Tank began to feel the hard strikes of the Soldiers, some striking hard enough to make him bleed,

Hold on!

Hysteria brought one gloved hand to grab Ghost Tank's chin, just as Frodo stepped out from the shadows of the large man's peripheral. Hysteria then began to throw punch after punch into Ghost Tank's jaw, raising it as it falls, just to slam another gloved fist into bruised and bloodied flesh. That's when Ghost Tank and Frodo locked eyes. That's when Tank nodded, smiling to him, only for Frodo to Shayouken! Ghost Tank, causing him to fly up into the air, then land upon his back. Once upon his back, the Asylum is once again upon him, kicking him, punching him, stomping him. He obviously could have protected himself, but chose to let himself be manhandled in such a way. The beating, this asskicking of theirs, would last another solid five minutes before everyone backed off. Ghost Tank slowly attempted to rise to his feet. However, the moment he looked strong enough to get up, is when the Asylum descended upon him again. Where last time was five minutes of them straight up beating him down to a pulp, this time they spent ten.

After the ten minute mark, Ghost Tank tried, but failed. He continued to try and get up, but would fall. That is when Frodo and several others moved to the big man's body, and picked him up onto wobbly legs.

While you wanted this, your wish happened to coincide with the Higher Power's demand. In exchange for a new name, you had to display your will, you had to reveal to the Higher Power that your resolve is as strong as it ever was.

Ghost Tank's body looked crumpled, broken. Bleeding from various areas of his head. The back of his head, the top of it, and face, The weaker members of The Asylum would end up losing their balance and Ghost Tank fell to his knees, with Frodo falling down with him. Ghost Tank looked up, one eye swollen almost completely shut, the other bleeding, puffy, but open as viewed Hysteria. Hysteria placed a bloodied glove upon Ghost Tank's right shoulder,

Now...rise from the ashes of your former self, Ghost Tank! The Phoenix!

It took him at least three minutes for him to get to his feet. The moment he is upon his feet, is when Hysteria spoke one last time,

Arise and be reborn, Ghost Tank! Phoenix of the Higher Power!

Ghost Tank slowly raised his head, his face having become a crimson visage, a gruesome sight to behold, and his wide grin only made the sight even more unnerving to behold.