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The Struggle Ends - Mr. Oz - 03-14-2017
Where we left off:
Quote:He then climbs up atop the ladder, he looks up as if he's looking for the Seven Deities. He would then jump high into the air and!
He begins to twist in the air, and as he comes crashing down, Tank groggily slides off and crashes onto the mat, but it is Oswald that gets the biggest amount of punishment as he crashes through tables, ladders and chairs. Tank moves over to what seems like the broken body of Oswald and climbing over and placing an arm over his chest, as numbers float above them and it counts up,
1!
2!
3--
Oswald gets a shoulder up at the last second! Tank looks at him wide-eyed and then gets angry. He slowly moves to stand and once he's upon both feet, standing tall, he begins to stagger. He shakes his head, trying to get back to normal. Oswald still looks out of it. Tank moves to the corner, and performs a cruiserweight like maneuver and slingshots himself up to the top turnbuckle and begins to perch atop it, then standing on it, before performing the Red Arrow, twisting and turning, before landing upon Oswald, and pinning him once more, as the numbers appeared before them
1!
2!
3!-
Another shoulder raised!
"STAY FUCKING DOWN! THIS IS MY FUCKING BODY! I HAVE MUCH MORE TO ACCOMPLISH!"
Soon, however they'd appear inside the electrified cell, with Oswald back to full, as is Tank. Without a second to waste, they began to threw and slammed punches into one another's face. Oswald kicks Tank in the gut, and attempts to perform the Twist of Fate in honor of Matt Hardy's Broken self, only to be reversed by being pushed into the ropes, which stops Oswald, as he avoids going near the metal with the electric current running through it. Tank rushed after and would shoulder tackle Oswald through the ropes, causing him to get electrocuted and it made Oswald writhe in agony, only for Tank to begin stomping upon him like he was nothing more than a bug. Soon Oswald recovers long enough to catch Tank's foot and push him off balance and onto his back. Both men then get up to their feet, and Ghost Tank goes back on the offensive, only for Oswald to perform a drop toe hold and Tank is dropped neck first against the middle rope. Oswald runs to the opposite side of the ring, and jumps up, before slamming both knees into Tank's shoulder blades.
Oswald bounced off Tank's back and was standing over him as Tank rolled in pain, his body contorting as his arms pulled back and elbows would grind against the mat. Oswald smiled, moving his arms as he looked at his hands as if they were special.
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Progeny of Duke. What are you without your name? What are you without being obviously trained by your father? You are a nobody except a pampered little pansy. I've earned my fame. My vessel earned his championship wins. He fought hard and long throughout the years he had been in this federation. I earned the Championship of X-Treme by defeating Scully in the middle of the arena for the first round of the Lottery of Lethality. The same space, without a ring, and pinned him, where you were pinned during that day.
So tell me, Brother Duke. Without your advantages in life, where would you be? I want you to truly look inside yourself. I want you to come to terms that, you well and truly would be nothing. After tomorrow night, I will make sure you are the one that is broken. But not in the same way I am. You will not have your Broken Brilliance revealed, for I have sensed none residing inside your lesser soul. You are not worthy of the blessings of the Seven Deities. Whereas they have blessed me, and tomorrow night, you will feel the blessings bestowed upon me as I hurt you and make you unable to go on to the next Battle of Wednesday Night. You will need to rest, and I will continue on, holding my Championship of X-Treme, and rise into the ranks of godhood as I hold it as long as it may take, until I earn my briefcase and show to the world that I HAVE EARNED MY SPOT AMONG THOSE THAT ARE IMMORTALIZED BY THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF X-TREME!
While you sit in squalor and mutter to yourself 'I should be the champion. I should be the champion. I should be the champion.' over and over again, because why shouldn't you be champion, after all? You're the Progeny of Sebastian Duke. You learned from your father. You were treated like a precious commodity and should be awarded freely the championships you so desire.
And that is why I will win. my Broken Brilliance will shine upon you, much like the electricity that runs through the Cell within Hell. And you will understand that before me, you are nothing but an insect, and need to be taught his fucking place in the world. That no amount of prestige from your father, no natural talent inherited, will ever surpass my Broken Brilliance and the aide of the Seven Deities."
Back to the action!
"Brother Tank. The more I wrestle with you, the more I absorb. The more knowledge you hold within, the stronger I become. Brother Duke set me free when he sent you into your coma, and sent you into my realm, into your subconscious.
Brother Ghost Tank... you are now obsolete, and I will assume control of this body. And I will take it to further heights than ever before!"
Ghost Tank growled and spit as he moved to stand, rolling his shoulders, as the shoulder blades ached from the knees being planted into them. In his anger he aimed to spear Oswald, only to sidestep him, and Ghost Tank slammed his entire body into the electricity.
Outside the realm of his subconscious, Oswald's black hair would begin to form white across that small selection of black hair. Slowly forming over time.
Oswald moved over to Ghost Tank's body, pulling him from the cage wall, into the middle of the ring.
"I am sorry about this, Brother Tank. However, it is my time to shine. Time to bring this vessel into the realm of superiority and godhood."
With that, he'd pull Tank up, pull his head between his thighs before hoisting him up onto his shoulders calling out up to him
"There is no room for obsolete creatures! Prepare to be DELETED!"
He tossed him up into the air, following after, and performing what is now The DELETION!, slamming Ghost Tank's skull into the mat before pinning him and the numbers appearing above them once more
1!
2!
3!!!
And with that, the subconscious forms drifted away, disappearing, much like the rest of the objects Ghost Tank had created. However, since the body was still in need of repair, what is now Broken Oswald Autem Sephtis, allowed his body to rest until it was time to come back and resume his tenure in the XWF.