Ghost Tank walks out of the bathroom, with a view of it completely broken, as he waved his hand in front of his face before looking at the party happening, seeing Panzer disappear the moment he sees him. He looks at Vinne, grinning wide as he grabs his own neck and twists it so it's sideways, causing loud crackling to be heard, almost looking like he was about to pop his own head off. He then rushes up to Lane, and picks him up as if he was just nothing more than a ragdoll. He turns him so he's belly to back against the champ. He then performs the first German Suplex, not caring what is in the path. He still holds Lane as he stands up with Lane, then performing one more suplex, but releasing him straight through a door, tossing Lane with such force it breaks and splinters apart, piercing through parts of Vinnie's flesh. The large man moved onto his feet, stalking the downed Vinnie Lane.

"So, you wanted me, Lane. How does it feel? Miss being thrown around like the little bitch you are?!"

He then picks Lane up, grabbing him by his head and neck, only to throw him so hard it Lane's body breaks the wall, but not knocking it down, but doing enough damage, that just spitting on it would knock it down. Lane falls to the ground, hands grabbing the bleeding Lane once more by the neck. He grins, revealing those blackened teeth, making him stare into the mismatched eyes, with one completely blacked out, the other neon green colored. He then begins to headbutt him, time and time again, until Lane's forehead is bleeding profusely. Some of his own blood and Lane's is upon Tank's forehead, but he still grins wide.

"Get Roxy to call 911, because you're going to be needing it!"

He drops Lane onto his feet, walking back only to rush towards him, and a huge boot slams Lane into the wall, which breaks and begins to crash around Tank's leg. He grumbled, but the sickening smile continued to be ever present. The ref that counted for Finn watches closely enough to not be hurt, but to watch when it's time to count the pin. GT then moves to place the same boot over Lane's blood covered chest as the ref gets onto his hands and knees and begins to count!

1!







2!

Vinnie kicks out.

"LOL!"