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The Party Stops at Warfare for Calypso
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11-14-2014, 04:32 PM


The large man would be viewed as the video opened up. He walked to the empty ring in the empty stadium, and he gave a signal to lower the cage hanging above the ring, he turned to look at the camera while the cage began to be lowered, slowly

On Warfare, I face an unknown. I face someone who, so far, looks like he just wants to party. The poor guy was forced into this match by the Poison reject, Vinnie Lane. You see, they made a bet. The bet was for Calypso to challenge me if he lost the bet, and if he won it, Vinnie would've paid him ten thousand dollars. You see now that he lost. So he has to face me in my own special match, a Meat Hook match. The match will have the winner being the one who isn't hanging from their flesh. I imagine the moment I pierce his body with one of those hooks, he'll forfeit, quite quickly. So, why am I not doing a demonstration there? Because I have a match tomorrow with my brother in The Asylum, Lucius. So right now, I'm here in Baltimore, at the arena. What am I going to do? Why am I having the cage lowered? Well...

He grinned wide, revealing the blackened teeth before speaking

it's electrified.

He chuckled, moving to watch as the cage was almost completely lowered now

You see, the matches I create, are meant to induce pain. Are meant to make people suffer, make them hate themselves for fighting me. I have a very high pain tolerance. Very, very high. It's tough to hurt me and make me want to stay down.

He raised his left arm, to touch the steel as it came down and immediately the arm was yanked down, and moved across the middle of his body, right under his chest, as if to 'protect' his ribs. He coughed and grumbled a bit, then growled as he stood straight, and looked back at the camera,

Unless you toss me off a roof. That shit will hurt anyone. Even a monster. Unfortunately for my opponents, I heal quickly. Doesn't give them a chance to properly take advantage of an injury I get. Hell, I had my nose broken twice within weeks of each other, and it's almost completely healed again. So, I imagine by the time my match with Calypso starts, he won't have an advantage. Then again, I haven't gone to a doctor and received X-Rays. I'm just letting myself heal by itself. It's why after my match with Calypso, win or lose, I will be taking a week off. The Monster needs to let his body relax after all the damage he has caused it.

He chuckled slightly, looking to the cage as it was now upon the ground,

Calypso, this video is just a small taste. A minuscule amount of show and tell, so you can see the kind of things I'm willing to go through, the things I am willing to reveal to my opponents, so they know just what exactly they are dealing with.

The cameraman walked back, moving into the front row seats and a bit further back. He zoomed in, showing Ghost Tank give a thumbs up and shouting TURN THE BITCH ON! and just as the cage began to hum from the electricity coursing through it, he grabbed the bars. Immediately after, his body tightened, and his hair was "floating" in the air. The cameraman held out a stopwatch the moment Ghost Tank grabbed the bars, and began to time it.

The first couple of seconds Ghost Tank was fine, save for being forced to hold on to the cage from the electricity. Around the sixth second, he began to growl. The seventh second, the noise was louder, and the voice of the cameraman spoke out

Do you want to stop, GT?!

Ghost Tank would respond, through his growling, and current coursing through him making his voice sound gravelly and shaky,

N-n-NOOOOO! L-l-LITTLE LONGER!

By the time the answer got out, thirteen seconds had passed since this began. At fifteen, Ghost Tank's body was moving, shaking the cage with his movements. They weren't jerky, like someone trying to get away, but couldn't. It was the movements of someone angry, and trying to rip the thing holding them away from its hinges.

Twenty seconds had passed, and the camerman was getting worried, and without consulting Ghost Tank, he used a walkie-talkie to contact the electrician hired to handle the cage, telling him to turn it off. He held up the stopwatch once more, and by the time the man was able to turn the cage off, four seconds had passed, and he stopped the watch, revealing twenty-four seconds and fifty-three milliseconds.

Ghost Tank fell to the ground, and the cameraman moved closer. and because he was worried, he didn't stop at just a foot away, the camera panned back and he moved closer, within whispering distance. That is when Ghost Tank grabbed him by the throat, muscles shaky from how long he withstood the current, as if they were rebooting. Because of this, the man's throat would be squeezed tight, then it would be lax, only for the grip to tighten again.

WHY'D YOU TURN IT OFF!? DID I SAY TO DO IT!? DID I FUCKING SAY I WAS DONE!?

The man gurgled and used his free hand to hold up the stopwatch, revealing the time that had passed and how long he held on for. He would then let go of the cameraman, as he performed an Undertaker-like sit-up,

Almost twenty-five seconds. Longer than I believed I'd make it to. By, what? Ten seconds?

He looked to the camera, grinning to it and the cameraman before speaking,

Do you know how many milliamps were coursing through me? About seventy. Seventy milliamps. It started to get really painful around the eight second mark. Then I fought through it. Calypso, this is why you should not mess with me. If I can hold on to that cage for as long as I did, what makes you think you can hurt me to the point that I will stop? What makes you think that if you were even so much as capable of putting a hook or two into me, that I won't walk with that hook in my body, and come right after you? I don't care if the hook tears a piece of my flesh off, I will still come after you. I had a chunk taken out of me at War Games, and I still came after them while bleeding. You are nothing, Calypso, you should have taken the idea I gave you, that Vinnie only wanted you to challenge me, and not actually have a match. You would have completed your bet, and you would still be able to party after Warfare. Now? You are not going to party. I am not going to go easy on you, and you will not enjoy the feelings I give unto you, especially the sensation of when those hooks enter your flesh, and then I make you hang from them. You have a chance to forfeit, you have a chance to tell the bosses you give up. Because if you continue on, if you face me on Warfare, you will leave a changed man. Facing me at Warfare, you will know know how I Cleanse those I face. I Cleanse...

He licked his lips, grinning wide as he spoke,

with pain.

He began to laugh his signature laugh, and continued it, fighting hard against the pain of his ribs as the video faded to black, and the neon green letters flashed on the screen

Can You HearThe Screams?

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