It was a couple of days after Ghost Tank's promo, he had been busy with his girlfriend, taking her shopping, going out to eat with her, Alvald still no where to be seen. It worried him a bit, so he used Alysia's cellphone and called him up. After a couple rings, he heard Alvald's voice

Hello?

How are you, Alvald?

I'm doing good, GT. Yourself?

I'm doing good, my friend. Where'd you go?

I went to Boston. I have family here that I've not seen since, I think before I went to college.

Ah, I see. Well, I hope they are well, and I hope you enjoy your time with them. When you come back, I have need of your expertise.

Nah, you don't.

There was silence for a minute, then Alvald spoke first

GT... Thanks.

No problem, Alvald.

They then hung up and Ghost Tank gave Alysia her phone back while giving her a kiss and pulling her close to his body,

How is he?

He's good, my heart. He's visiting family. Hope he enjoys himself.

She nodded, pressing her head against next to his chest, at the area just above his left pectoral, where neck and shoulder meet. She placed a kiss there, and they watched Fernando's story, and his talking points against Ghost Tank. This causes him to chuckle, though when he insulted Alysia, he let out a loud growl. He calmed himself quickly, as his left hand moved to caress Alysia's left cheek before he spoke

Love, I have to make a video response. Give me a few minutes, all right?

She nodded, moving to lay across the couch they are on, but once she does so, she brought her right foot up to gently touch against his chest before it was brought down as she chuckled softly.

Don't take too long, Cupid.

He snickered before getting up, grabbing the camera usually used to shoot his promos, then going into another room.

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The screen flashed to life with Ghost Tank sitting on a large bed, which looked too small for the large man, who began the video with his signature laugh, a noise made that one would expect from someone deranged, someone in a horror movie who enjoyed torturing his victims so much, that all he could let out is a spine-chillingly deep laugh. Then he would speak in his deep, growling voice, the unnatural one he uses specifically for his promos.

Fernando, Fernando, Fernando. Let's look at a few things you said, shall we?

Quote:You’ve received an ass handing sixteen more times than me? If that’s the message you were trying to get across, you really handled it perfectly. Do you want to know why no-one talked about you after War Games? Why you didn’t receive the golden light upon yourself?

You then show me listing my injuries. Want to know how I got those injuries, Fernando? Two of those injuries, oh, I forgot one by the way, I'll tell you in a moment. I had a chunk of my neck torn by Knight's teeth, while, like a coward, he was on my back, as I was beating the shit out of Kessler. Then Jack would use his head, literally, to slam into my face which broke my nose. Then as I was recovering from both of those things, it took THREE! Count them, THREE men, to restrain and pick me up, and here's the injury I forgot to mention, they scraped my face against the cage, and tore my flesh asunder.

He then brought his left hand to his face, revealing the scars there

Eli helped me out, which allowed me to recover enough and do something few have done, which, unfortunately, caused my fourth injury, but was worth it. What did I do? I speared Heartsford into one of the walls of the cage and the force was so powerful, it caused the wall to collapse. With my final act, before I succumbed to blood loss, I speared JACK and Kessler. I used all of the power within me to spear them and I knocked them both the fuck out. Do you see it, yet, why I should have been praised, and not Sane? I dominated that match, I fought on while my very life force spilled out of me, staining flesh and my gear with it. I fought on and still took three men out. Sane did barely anything that match. He didn't display a single act of dominance in that entire match, yet because he scored the pin, everyone began to kiss his ass, as if he's a God in the Ex-Dubbayew-Eff.

Now, I'll give credit where it's due. He has certainly improved since then. However, the only reason he got anywhere before the last month, is because he made his fame off of MY blood, MY hard work. He also became famous because Evertrust chose him as a partner. Someone as important as the then X-Treme Champion chooses you, the rest of the roster takes notice.

As for this little gem,

Quote:December? December was a bad month for you, it was a complete fucking joke. You are a moron, you’re in the XWF for a reason, you’re a wrestler. You have to be in the right mind-set, week in, week out. Or risk receiving a severe beating

You apparently don't know the feeling of being separated from the woman you love, and not seeing her for nearly two years, only to receive a call that she almost died because of a drunk driver. The only reason she escaped death is because of some coincidence, causing her to pause long enough to watch the car zoom on by. So, I'm sorry that I was not living up to my monikers in December, when I was comforting my beloved, and spending as much time with her as possible, especially since she left her career, to join me on my road to attempting greatness.

He smiled wide, shaking his head,

Yes, Fernando, I did forget about what happened in that match. As stated, I was on autopilot, I barely took in much of my surroundings. My music is cued, I walk out, I fight, win or lose, I come back home to the most beautiful creature on this planet, my Psyche.

Quote:You’re a phoenix? Great, hopefully after you get obliterated by me, you’ll come back the week after, ready to re-live it all over again by the next person. I’ll give you credit, you did make a good decision in staying out of the Universal Championship tournament. You wouldn’t have made it out alive, “regeneration” or not.

Fernando, were you born stupid, or did you get this way from one too many shots to the head? Between the two of us, I would be in the number one contender match at Turning Point. You already flamed out. I chose to not give a fuck. Is this explanation simple enough for you, Austin? Or should I speak like the fake movie character in Tropic Thunder, Simple Jack, so you can more easily understand the words I'm uttering? His speech pattern closely resembles yours, as everything you say is a bunch of stupid shit.

He grinned, revealing those blackened teeth of his.

Yes, I said those things. You see, I had the number one contendership for the Television Title, and got screwed. My heart then came to live with me, and I squandered the chance to regain the number one contender's spot. I was fucked over with my chance, and to me, I am still the number one contender. I earned that shot. Sane isn't going after it, so why would he want to be the number one contender, an opportunity that was stolen from me? Oh, that's right, because he's trying to protect his buddy, Gator. Justin doesn't want anybody else to go after Gator, so he is going to hoard that number one contender shot, and make sure Gator has a nice long reign as the Television champ, especially considering the perks of holding on to the title. He wants to give his friend, his stablemate an easy ride. All he has to do, is wait, then cash in the opportunity, and lose on purpose, to help Gator get another successful defense. Cowards. Each and every one of the members of this "Defiance". Wait...

He yells out so Alysia can hear him,

Hey babe! Isn't Defiance the name of a Syfy show we love to watch?!

Her soft, honey sweet voice rose a couple octaves so she can be heard,

Yes it is, Oswald! Can't wait for it to come back this year!

He chuckled, shaking his head before he looks to the camera again

Yeah, it's got a good story. Love the aliens and their culture. Can have some shtako episodes, though. Anyways, each of the Defiance members are fucking cowards. Sane with keeping Gator as safe as possible by holding the number one contendership shot, Corvus with his crow that dive bombs people and Chairman Meow. Then Gator. He''s the only one worth any real breath to be wasted on talking about him, but even then, he has decided to join those two, because he's afraid. He's afraid that without help, he won't be able to keep his title.

Now back to you, Fernando.

Quote:You aren’t a beast, you aren’t a monster. You aren’t even man enough to keep the rest of the Asylum away from our match, instead directing me to the man I almost killed inside the ring? Get the fuck out of here,

Yes, Fernando call me what you will. I believe in the Higher Power. Hysteria is the Prophet and he relays the messages and orders to us, and we enact. We do as the Higher Power commands. If the Higher Power wants The Asylum involved in our match, then it will happen. I don't want it to, I want to beat the fuck out of you to the point you are BEGGING me to stop. To the point where your very muscle is showing as I rend your skin with barbed wires, with razor blades, until you have no skin covering your muscle, protecting it. Oh yes. I want to peel your skin off and make you scream in agony, I want to feel the very life force of your body dripping upon my hands and arms as I hurt you and force you to take weeks, months even, off to heal from the damage I cause you, so you know what happens when you come after the Monster with the arrogance you air out, so you know that I will make you choke on it, make you suffocate on your own blood before I grab the victory.

Quote:It’s almost as if I’ve gone from starring in a blockbuster movie, to stooping to the level of Sharknado. To the level of Ghost Tank.

Why, thank you! You see, the reason why I am thanking you, Austin, is because Sharknado is a great movie. So is Sharknado Two. You apparently never watched movies that are labeled as "Troma Movies". These movies were MADE to be terrible to look at, terrible with acting, and because of it, they end up being quite entertaining. You ever watch the Toxic Avenger movies? Apparently not, but they are AMAZING! So thank you, Fernando, for saying I'm great, and that you have to actually bring yourself to my level. You still have a long way to go, kid.

Quote:People should know what has really been going on here, Ghost Tank? He isn’t a new kind of monster, he isn’t the new breed of beast, or any other crappy, generic nickname he can come up with for himself. What’s that, Ghost? Being “The Leader of the Revolution” isn’t any better than the pile of horse shit you’ve come up with? Don’t make me laugh, I’ve shown everyone why I am the turning point of the XWF, The Epitome of Greatness, The Leader of the Revolution. Why I am the NEXT. BIG. THING.

Oh, this is just too hilarious, Fernando. Really. You put me down for my monikers, but then you use your own titles. What have you done though? You have lost all your matches thus far. Yet somehow you're, what was it?

Quote:the turning point of the XWF, The Epitome of Greatness, The Leader of the Revolution. Why I am the NEXT. BIG. THING.

You'll have to excuse me a minute.

Ghost Tank began to howl with laughter for a couple minutes straight! He laughed so much, so hard, he started coughing violently. He held a hand up as he slowly regained his composure, snickering a bit as he calmed down. Once he was finished, his face a bright red, his full lips parted in a wide grin, showing off the blackened teeth before he spoke again

That was so good, Austin. Oh my word was that good! You've lost both matches so far, but yet you consider yourself some great and powerful leader? Are you mental? I chose my nicknames well, I even earned those nicknames several times over! You? You chose stupid nicknames, and you have failed twice so far in earning them! What really makes you think that you're better than me? Seriously! What in the world is possessing you and making you believe that you're somebody great and destined for big things? Because you need to find an old priest and a young priest and cast the spirit out, for it is clouding your judgement and making you into one of the most people I have ever had the displeasure of watching, day in and day out.

As for your hatred of The Asylum. We've done nothing to you, you buffoon. You happened to be in a match where two members were involved. None of us outside the match intervened, did we? And as for Brother Frodo's attack on you and Sane? He acted as his own person. He didn't represent The Asylum. He didn't come out and aim to beat you both with shit in the name of the Higher Power. Well, in Sane's case, he did. With you? He was pissed you talked a friend of yours, who is also friend's with him, out of accepting Frodo's help. Maybe if you had been less of a prick to my Brother, he wouldn't have beat you with shit. However, you were, so he did. He will do what he wants, and it's your fault you disrespected him. It would've kept him from shit-slapping you if you had just let him help Carter.

Ghost Tank let out a yawn, looking towards the door that led to his girlfriend, the couch, and a television set. then looked back to the camera and resumed,

You think you can do anything to me, bring me any pain that I have not experienced before? Really? I have inflicted harm upon myself for years, with many tools, in many ways. You like to talk about how untouchable you are, you like to think you're some kind of great messenger for those in need of your help.

Austin Fernando, you better watch more of my work. Because on Madness, if you are not prepared, then our match will put you on the fast track to retirement. You will find yourself laid out in the wake of the Tank Tracks. You will be looking up at me from your back and wondering "Why? Why did I anger this beast of a man? Why did I taunt the Monster? Why did I choose to anger him by attacking his girlfriend and their relationship?" All these questions you will ask yourself, while laying in a pool of your own blood, as I laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

He laughed that deep, sadistic, maniacal laugh of his that has become his signature sign-off before the camera fades to black, and those familiar neon green words flash on the screen

Can You HearThe Screams?