Darkness enveloped the room after he had made his presence known once again the world. That he was back for another round in XWF. He'd lain dormant, learning more about himself, his limits, as a creation of a Broken mind made flesh. However, it was no longer time to sit idle, to no longer be remembered for what he once was, the New Breed of Beast that could overtake men like Brock Lesnar. A New Kind of Monster, to overtake those like Kane and Braun Strowman, to sit amidst the ashes of their aliases. It was time to make those people remember what kind of hatred, what kind of raw power, he could muster. What kind of speed he was capable of as a man of his size.

It... was... time.

He rocked back and forth in the darkness, with a rare appearance of his location, thanks to that bright neon green eye revealing where he is presumed to be. Chains could be heard, rattling against the ground, that eye rising, chains continuing to rattle. His hands moving through the darkness, lighting up in that bright neon green, the paint coating the back of his hand. He growled in the darkness as that hand swam, the bright green skeletal looking hand appearing and disappearing. His arms thrust out to the side and the sound of chains rattling then making a metallic SNAP ring through the darkness. The sound of clothing being ripped and thrown to the ground.

In the darkness, he had been crouched, and as he stood, the bright green could be seen clearly, odd patterns of bright green being able to be examined, however, no pattern could come to mind to no man or creature, it was otherworldly, those glyphs painted along his clothing and body.

He then would speak:

My father... he was put into this... Broken condition, thanks to Thaddeus. I owe Thaddeus my life, in a... way. Because without Thaddeus having unlocked my Father's condition, my Brother would not have been born, and I would not have been born to raze everything my Brother stood for. He constantly eludes me, taunting me, angering me. Thaddeus, you... anger... me. You rest on your father's laurels. Yet you hold talent unknown to many, and quite able to fight people like my father and myself. You hold power enough to stop relying on the Duke name. Like myself, I have ripped away from everything my Father wanted me to do. I have become the thing he dislikes the most... a destroyer.

He relied on me to do his bidding, to take out family. I decided to go another way, full of broken things and destroyed buildings, bringing death and destruction in my wake.

He grinned, revealing also teeth of neon green, and though his other eye was open, it was completely blacked out, revealing nothing within it unlike it's brother.

Things change, however. I feel the need... this... compulsion... to come back into the ring, to bring forth those who are unfortunate enough, to their knees before me, only to be broken underneath my heel.

You're a good fighter, Thaddeus, but that is when you face normal men. Weakened men. How do you think you'll fare against the New Breed? This thing that will lay waste to everything you hold dear. You may be good, but are you Monster Killer good? We'll see, won't we?

He then closed his mouth, except for when he spoke, giving flashing of the green, no longer smiling as he spoke.

You, though. McPherson, you are an enigma to me. I know nothing about you. I shall see how you act in the coming times until your match.

Soon lightning struck, causing light to flash in the darkness, lighting the room up and revealing the black clothing, the green paint and hair, him smiling with the broken chains hanging to the ground from the manacles upon his wrists.

We shall see how savage you both can become when facing a thing that can crush your skulls with ease if he so wished. For now, I'm not impressed.

He grinned wide,

You ever hear the sonata? The ebb and flow of screams? They're so wonderful, aren't they? I can hear them, truly now. I can hear all the screams of my past... of all my present... of all the future... I can hear them all and you know what screams I hear the most right now?

He bit his bottom lip, as lightning flashed once more, showing he was biting hard enough to make himself bleed.

I can hear them! TORMENTING ME WITH THE BEAUTIFUL SOUND! THE RISE AND CRASH, THE MOVEMENT GOING HIGHER AND HIGHER BEFORE... it deafens.

He begins to make a motion as if his fingers were legs, and the fingers made the movements as if he was tip-toeing.

Then it starts slowly rising and rising, until... UNTIL IT DEAFENS ME ONCE AGAIN! AND EACH SCREAM, EACH SOUND, IT ALL COMES FROM...

He looked dead into the camera

You two!

He chuckled and then began to swing fists at his own face, until he began to bleed

I AM BACK! I AM COMING BACK AND AGAINST SOMEONE UNKNOWN AND SOMEONE ALL TOO KNOWN!

He laughed loudly, to the point he was... too ecstatic. His body motioned in the dark, and in another flash, a massive piece of glass is picked up, the jagged edges biting into his fingers and palm. The storm began to pick up, and flashes of light began to appear, the lightning's sporadic appearances making the dark room into a 90s rave as if the lightning was a strobe light, and each movement of his bleeding hand began to cut, slice, and dig into his face and arms, and one last bright light showed his face and shoulders were a canvas of red, and the red mingled with the neon green paint.

This... this is just a taste of what I'm ready to put myself through. I'm battle hardened and ready for my body to be torn apart, to be mangled, to be... broken... Maybe Thaddeus will send me back to the depths of my father's Broken Mind vagina, stuff me back into the womb of his Broken Mind, where I will live out the rest of my life, never again knowing what sunlight feels like, never again knowing what certain foods taste like, never again knowing what will come of me, never ever... never... never ever...

He looked at his bloodied shoulders, felt his bloodied face,

No... no... no! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!! I WILL NEVER BE SENT BACK! YOU WON'T FUCKING MAKE ME! NO! I FUCKING REFUSE TO GO BACK! I AM G T! I AM GHOST TANK! I AM THE NEW BREED OF BEAST! I AM A NEW KIND OF MONSTER! I WILL NEVER AGAIN JUST BE NOTHING MORE THAN JUST BEING A PIECE OF OSWALD'S MIND, LEFT FORGOTTEN! NO! I FLAT OUT REFUSE!

He growled, feeling the wetness of his blood spilling onto his fingers, then dripping down to the ground.

When all is said and done...

He looked into the camera, as if staring straight into the eyes, into the souls of Thaddeus and McPherson

I will walk out the victor. I will walk out as a legitimate threat in this Federation once more. Fear will soak this business once more, from its head to its toes. Despair will be its most feared and beloved potion. Anger... hatred... fear... despair, it will all become this companies most traded commodity that will come all from one being. One... thing, one man.

He sighed, then moved over to the open window, climbing out of it, and falling for several stories, only to land upright, his legs both broken, bringing him to the ground, laughing softly, only for it to grow louder and deafeningly so, at a gradual pace. His legs began to reshape back into their normal spots, as if he hadn't just survived a very high drop. What was more odd, he still let his face bleed, but used that otherworldly Broken font of power to only heal his legs, and he began to stand back up hobbling a bit, before walking away normally. As he walked, it seemed as if there was a time skip, fast forwarding effects, as he appeared in one place, only to be several feet ahead in the next. "Clever" editing tricks or was there something else to this "man"? It would be up to the viewer to formulate their own thoughts on it.

After a few hours, Ghost Tank would be before a deep cave, only for him to hear a very deep, growling sound as he went into it and began to go deeper and deeper, before you found what he was looking for, the son of the first bear, the cub had grown exponentially, making GT growl with realization as why this bear had become so massive.

I really fucking hate you, Panzer...

It charged GT so hard, throwing him far from the cave as he finished saying those words.

It slowly came out of its cave, revealing itself as it roared out


Creature versus Beast. It's a story as old as time. To prove to himself he was going to be capable of winning his match, he had to overcome one of the biggest challenges he or Oswald had faced in thanks to his Brother. He rolled along the ground from the mighty blow, slowly standing up and soon the freight train of an animal came straight for Ghost Tank once more, charging him with all its might, and he his hands went straight for its throat to keep both it and its massive head away from biting him as it attempted to snap at him.

He couldn't outright deadlift this mammoth beast, as he had done a long time ago. No, he had to use its own weight against it, throwing it off to the side.It rolled a foot, then rolled onto its feet, and charged Ghost Tank once more, but he had been even more ready, and dodged off to the side, and as the bear was about to turn, GT rushed hard, booting the monstrosity against the side of its head hard, knocking it loopy, dazing it.

One of us will survive, beasty... Only... one!