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My game - Ghost Tank - 08-20-2019
A man that's very plain
Came out in the rain
"I once killed"
Everyone was stilled
"I plan to do it again".
Instead of the usual sight of Ghost Tank out and about, fighting the bear further, we instead see Broken Oswald, reading a book. He sees the teeny tiny interdimensional, multiverse crossing camera.
"Why, hello there! You're wondering what is going on with the story of my spawn fighting that creation of my other son that is more a collaboration of Azrael and Panzer. Well, a loose one. One brought the father of the beast into my life, the other twisted the progeny. Now, there's a reason for that. It's because my second born has decided, for this match with Peter, he wishes to let the XTREME WRESTLING FEDERATION know, as he told Prince Thaddeus Duke that he is acting as more of a... gatekeeper. If you are a new mortal to the world of the Ex Dubbayew Eff and want a creature like him to test your mettle, to see if you are truly WORTHY of this sport, then he will gladly face you. However, if you are an established wrestler, you need not to test yourself ageenst him, no...
Darkness began to consume the light around Oswald
"Well then. It would seem I need to make my leave. Good day, Ex Dubbayew Eff. Maybe one day I will shine upon you with my BROKEN BRILLIANCE! Until then, goodbye.
Oswald disappeared, and in his place, was the bright neon colored Ghost Tank in the void
Peter, I have no interest in titles. We're going to fight, but you're the only one putting a horse in this race of "Who'll beat who?" while I simply decided, you're not worth my true efforts. Trying to beat Thaddy, is when I'm interested in something, when I put in some effort. You? You're Peter Gilmour. You're the only one who cares about wins and losses, whether you win or lose. So go ahead, win. It's still not going to make your shriveled up dick any bigger. Yes yes yes, I've heard of the "Super Dick". Yet, there's a reason why people in your personal relationships decide to leave. Maybe that dick of yours isn't so super after all.
However, let me just say one thing before we part. I do respect you. You've been here longer than Oswald. More established than him. So, it'll be somewhat fun, when we wrestle. I just wish I had any interest, because you wouldn't be leaving tomorrow happy. I would win, and I would be apart of the Hart Championship Title picture. So, be happy. You get to leave tomorrow a winner. Get to to leave knowing I'm not part of the picture. You get to leave putting another win in the column, because you're a shallow human being, who has to go on crack binges to lose your weight, and then do whatever the fuck is the opposite so you can become fat again. You go up in weight more than any actor ever has. More than the one time I played with a yo-yo. I tried to make it come back up so I can make it go back down to the ground again, and it wouldn't, so I fucking threw it at the head of some old bitch, and knocked her out cold. Think she's on life support now. Huge dent in her skull.
So, yeah. Have fun in the title picture. I'm just going to go do what I do. Beat the fuck out of people, and make them either quit or continue, being a wrestler.
With that, the neon color disappears, darkness consuming the room once again, and silence falls upon everyone's ears as the transmission is cut.