It was Thursday, as Ghost Tank yawned as his eyes turned to view the time, seeing eleven fifty-nine p.m. turning into midnight, starting the new day. Alysia opened up the door to the bedroom, and walked sleepily into the adjacent room, the living room, watching the flickering of the television set as Oswald watched the images. Tired, wanting her man to come to bed, as well as to go to sleep, she walked over to him while wearing her lacy white underwear "covered" by a sheer white camisole. She brought her left hand to brush his right cheek, smiling tiredly before speaking to him,

Ozzy, come to bed. You have a couple more days left to train. Can't you spend some of the time with me?

I'm sorry, Ally. If I want to be prepared to face Cain, I have to be more intense. I have to become more brutal. To do this, something has to change. My love, we can't live together when I have opponents. I have to become the flame in the dark, using my passion to go after what I want. However, when I know I have my passion next to me, it's hard to go forward. What would give me incentive to go further, when even I lose, I win? I have the most beautiful human being in the world, and I will never be able to fight to the all of my ability, as long as I know you're waiting for me. You don't have to be miles away like we were, but it's best for me, and yes I know how selfish that is, that we part for now. Come to my matches, come to my side, but you can't live with me.

She seemed shocked, she seemed hurt, but she nodded to him, giving him a passionate kiss before walking back to the bedroom. Ghost Tank sighed, pausing the footage and stood up, following her to bed, to give their last night together, a night to remember.

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When I began, I was... a Monster. Do you all remember that? Once Alvald came into the picture I stayed the course, but he began my decline. You don't see what I am talking about? I'll show you with the recordings.

The Beginning Said:Stone Cold wants beers... Stone Cold feels he is going to win. Stone Cold... Stone Cold! Stone COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD!

While he spoke, Ghost Tank would begin to sway side to side, and as he began to raise his voice, the swaying became more violent, quicker, the ladder teetering, rocking left and right, almost threatening to tip one way or the other as Ghost Tank continues to yell out

STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD!

On one hard swing, the ladder fell to the left, and GT would swing himself hard enough that as the ladder fell, his body would become right side-up, but in a crouched position, his body perched on the ladder's side, and rolling to it, as if by some mystical force, is several cans of some generic brand of beer, but the can containing it is known for having a particularly hard shell to it, tough to crush by any means. As the cans rolled eerily towards Ghost Tank, he began to pick them up and slamming them vertically against his forehead as Ghost Tank continues to call out Stone Cold's name. By the third beer can, blood began joining alcohol, pouring down his face,

STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD!

After the sixth can is slammed and crushed, his face had become a crimson mask, and flowing from his face was a small stream of blood, down onto the ladder.

Ghost Tank stopped the promo as the darkness played those flashing words against black background.

I then became the third active member of The Asylum. I was christened Cleanser. However, things happened to me. I took a couple weeks to relax my wounds, then my mind was destroyed, I couldn't think for a long time after each moment and that cost me several losses. Is my mind fixed? Is it still broken? I don't know, let's see.

That is when the camera was moved, and what was revealed had been Ghost Tank standing up and looking opposite the camera. When it was spun around, it showed the city's skyline. It was such an awesome sight, if one didn't see these things before, they would be awestruck. A few minutes had passed by, and finally the visual was back upon Ghost Tank, who then winked at the camera before running across the roof, with what looked like rainbow colored wings, only to be known as a hang glider as the metal is seen connecting to the material above it. The last sight from the roof camera? Ghost Tank leaping off the edge. The video package switched to a first person view, and it was shown the imagery of being flown through the city. All the way until he has finally landed, there was no sound from him, but the sound of a vibrant city. Once upon the ground, he started to get the glider ready to be transported. He pulled off the encased GoPro camera and began to walk into the city limits, looking at the camera as he began to speak.

Some would say I'm crazy still. Why else would I risk my life like that? However, let's talk about my opponent. Cain, a man known for killing his brother. A man rising in the ranks of Ex-Dubbayew-Eff, is now facing me. I was once known as a monster, showing the world as well as the roster of Ex-Dubbayew-Eff, the kind of power I wield. I did exactly what I was meant to; destroy my opponents. Calypso, until this coming card, liked to brag about winning our match, but what had he done after? Nothing. He was out of the competition for several months after the Meathook match. It's not like he has been inactive, oh no, far from it. He was broken, made to feel my strength, and that is all I care about. At War Games, my opponents felt my power, especially the Knight, to whom I speared into a cage wall, and broke it. I took him, Kessler and JACK out. I fought several big names, and won. Some I've lost to, but still, I tried.

The camera saw his current clothing, the black tank top and pants, but there were white straps around his body and one strap was specially made to carry the camera. He slid it into its spot, then began to run through the streets, leaping to the front face of the nearby building, kicking off the bricks and on to the nearest light post, climbing to the top. He pushed off the top, swinging his upper-body forward and his long reach being taken advantage of as he grabbed the steel pole that advertised the shop beside it. Using his upper-body strength to swing around to the building next door, and quickly began pushing with the entirety of his being to jump wall to wall, building to building, until he leaped to the fire escape, swung himself over the railing and began to run to the rooftop. Once there, he would huff and puff, showing how exhausted the movements he performed made him. Standing tall, he exhaled slowly, having recovered and took the camera out of its case before talking once more.

Cain, whether I win or lose our match at Warfare, you will learn to respect me. Our match is going to be brutal. Our match is going to be remembered. Those in the locker room, the fans watching in the arena, in their homes, in their phones, on their computers, I will throw everything I can at you.

You call me a failed D'Ville experiment. What are you? If you're truly the Cain of Old, then, what are you, other than a failed experiment of Yahweh? You are the most famed serial killer in the world, but, have you been watching t.v. in the last ten or so years? People are watching shows like Dexter, Bones, stuff like that. You're immortal, but forgettable. You're a serial killer that nobody cares to, well, care about. Why fear serial killers anymore? You aren't something to fear, and aren't something to be intimidated by. Oh, and let me fill you in on my family. Alysia is my only family. She has and always will have my respect and my love. You want to know what happened to my relatives? They died when I was still a teen. I inherited a house that could fit two family of four inside it, and because I lived alone, I set it aflame. It didn't get burned down, and when I visit Chicago for Ex-Dubbayew-Eff tapings, I stay there. What didn't burn down, has never re-wallpapered, repainted, I left it a blackened state. So it's good I call myself a Phoenix, even now when I am not in The Asylum.

Now, your family on the other hand, that's a whole mess of fucked up. It started with your dad and mom. They fucked and had both your brother and yourself. Most records say it wasn't just you two, because the other records are more gross.

What do I mean? You're a motherfucker, in the most literal sense. You and your brother fucked your very own mother, whom made more children, that you and Abel married and also fucked. Your bloodline is more full of incest than a stereotypical redneck! I bet one of the records that were omitted from the Bible is probably that your brother was more loved by Eve, as well as God, and because he had a bigger dick than you, and could give Eve the best dicking she's ever had between you and him, your jealousy made you kill him. After all, Adam must have been the biggest pussy in the known world to let Eve fuck her very own children, and let them get married to their sister-daughters.

He walked over to the edge of the building looking down, then moved the camera to view the street below. He put the camera back in its case while Ghost Tank turned around, facing towards the roof before falling off the edge, and each couple feet, he'd stop only to drop some more, until finally he dropped to the ground. He ran once more, and leaped over the roof of a parked car, and soon he was nearing his hotel as he spoke.

Wednesday, you're going to be facing someone with something to prove. Not to you, not to Doctor D'Ville, but to myself. I need to prove that the fight I have is still there. Cain, I fight to make my opponents feel weak, no matter if I lose or win, so long as they realize that there is nothing more powerful, more faster, more destructive a force than myself. There is a reason why I call myself Ghost Tank, and at Warfare, you will feel that reason, as I attempt to break you in half. You may be immortal, but your immortality means shit when you are laid out in a full body cast. During the match, you will burn as I Fan the Flames.

The screen then fades to black, while flames begin to eat at the darkness and those different colored words flash on the screen

Can You See ThePhoenix Soar?