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Mr. Oz · (04-24-2016)

Ghost Tank is seen at a desk, looking at a monitor and his right hand is placed in his thinking pose; with his index and thumb forming a ninety degree angle, with his thumb pressed against his jaw, upon the right side of his face along the jawline. His index finger pressed along his right eye socket and cheekbone, with middle finger press against his lips, and the rest of the fingers are pressed together. The curled fingers looking like he was forming the lowercase b. While his screen could not be seen, what was upon his face showed furrowed brows, forming a scowl, with lips "cut" in half by his fingers.

Alysia walked into his office, and it caused him to look up and to the left, to the door, causing fingers to slip along his face, until he finally brought his fingers down to the computer mouse and he showed off a weary smile to her. Alysia saw the mannerisms in his face and posture, and sighed softly before moving toward him, heel to toe, hips swaying with each step.

"Ozzy, what's the matter?"

He let out a sigh and shook his head, chuckling softly.

"Because of Shade, I had to give that woman my card. Since then, she's not exactly gone on a shopping spree, but damn if she doesn't know how to take advantage of the loophole I created for myself."

Before she could even ask, he'd speak as she came close enough to be by his side, and soon sliding onto his lap.

"I said if she bought anything over a million dollars, I'd cut her off. The loophole being that she hasn't bought anything worth a million dollars. However, she's done transactions damn year it. Within a hundred and fifty thousand.

She's bought a seven hundred thousand fucking dollar home. She then used the card to pay off the ulities for several months, without it totaling a million or above. She bought a near two hundred thousand dollar Ess-Yew-Vee. She bought furniture, electronics, food, all of it, never once spending over or near enough with tax, totaling a million.

She's bought damn near ten million fucking dollars worth of shit. Looks like good shit, but still, shit. That fucking piece of trash that is known as Shade, has cost me millions. I can afford to give up a good amount of cash, but this can't go on."

Alysia nodded, lowered her head, closed her eyes, then sighed and looked up to Oswald.

"Want me to go and cancel the card?"

He looked to her, then thought for a little while, about a minute, then chuckled and shook his head,

"Nah. Looks like she needs this shit. It's not like she's going out and buying any accessorie-"

He saw a new charge appear on his account,

"THAT FUCKING CUNT!"

Alysia post-yell grabbed at her ears, then looked at him sternly, and slapped him

"ASSHOLE!"

She slid off his lap and he looked at her,

"Sorry, Ally cat. I was about to give this woman the benefit of the doubt, but this charge is for fucking jewelry! I thought she wanted this all for her family to be able to visit or live with her. Goddamn bitch."

He muttered and then his right hand gently slammed across his face, in effect indeed facepalming. He pulled his hand slowly across his face, fingertips trailing from all places against his skin. Forehead, brow, cheeks, and jawline.

"I'm giving her one month, starting from when I gave her the card. Once that time is over, I'm calling to cancel the card."

He moved to stand up, moved to Alysia and smiled slightly,

"I'm sorry for yelling in your ear. Is Fuzen asleep?"

She nodded

"Yes, she is. Why do you ask?"

"Because..."

He moved to be behind her

"I feel like 'training'."

He growled playfully into her left ear, before picking her up with her letting out high pitched squeal, followed by light laughter as he took her out of the office and to the Master Bedroom.

Oswald's voice would ring throughout the video package, as it began to show himself in the middle of an emptied pool, wearing next to nothing, except his mask and black silk boxers. With him revealed in such a manner, it showed all matter of scars upon his light sun-kissed skin.

"My body was once a target for those smaller than I. Someone to be mocked, to be made fun of."

Cuts, scrapes, claws, even stab wounds, would be seen in the light. He held out his right hand as darkness began to creep in closer and closer to him.

"Over time, over many battles, I accrued many visual trophies. Something to show my pain. To show my losses. To show my victories."

Soon an onyx shaft would be lowered, and then once it slipped along his palm, and nearly five feet of shaft had fallen, he'd grip and then yank hard. The butt of the staff-like object slammed into the tiles of the pool. With the reverberation, the darkness creeped in until it was just Ghost Tank inside any light. and above his head, a long, long curved blade is shining in the light. Soon, the sound of rushing water began to splash and flow into the pool. A small amount of liquid showed at his ankles, and the glimpse of it showed a crimson tinge. He would stand there, until the liquid was at his thighs, barely touching his loins and ass. He stood there until the liquid settled some, no longer making waves.

"But now?"

With a loud deep roar, he swung pole about, revealing it was in actuality a scythe, completely around with his body, moving three hundred and sixty degrees, just as the light seemed to look as if someone yanked the light from his spot in the light, and tossed it across the entire empty pool hall.

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"I have formed myself into a weapon!"

It wasn't his pool, it was olympic sized, and it had been filled up with bloody looking water. With the Scythe having cut the water about, Ghost Tank began to incorporate parkour and training with both bo staff and scythe. Each flip, each swing, causing the liquid to fly in the air, and with the quickness and power within Ghost Tank's body, the water looked as if he was forming hurricanes, flinging water into the air in spirals.

"I have formed myself into the Destroyer!"

He began to spin the scythe side to side, acting like a fan, causing the scythe to cut water apart and fling it into a high wall of bloody liquid. The video seemed to show him disappear before the wall fell.

"I have become..."

He rose so fast, he seemed to explode out from the bloody water, and seemingly silently roaring as his voice speaks out once more, more gravelly, more deeply,

"Death..."

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He would be seen sitting upon a large onyx throne, sculpted to look like it was made to look the legs are made of spines, with skulls for both hands and spines all along the arms, the head of the chair having three skulls atop it, with the middle having several horns. He would look he had just got out of the pool of bloody looking water, and his entire body is coated crimson. However he would be without boxers, revealing his real dick, still attached, laying flaccid on top his balls. Even his loins had not escaped the blood water. Even his shoulder length black hair had a red tinge to it.

"Shade, I destroyed the immortal. I have destroyed the insane. I have destroyed a wannabe for my title. You are no different than them. I am Death. I have shown it time and time again. I have been a conqueror, I have been conquered. Those who show respect to me before the fight has begun, are given due the same respect from me. All along, I have said everyone starts on zero. I don't give respect, I don't expect to earn it. If you beat me, you earn it.

You, however, have earned nothing but my ire. When you brought my child, barely able to do much else but be a baby, into this, challenge of yours. That is when you showed your true colors. You have lied to try and say I'm a pedophile. You have insinuated I would dare hurt my own child, in such a disgusting manner that even Pest would spit on you and call you a disgusting pig.

Should you win, which you will not, you will still be the most disgusting thing in the world.

If I win. you'll have no title shot. You'll also have completely surrendered any chance to become Death. You will show to the entire Ex-Dubbayew-Eff that you're nothing more than a wannabe, trying to take my mantle away. You didn't follow Eddie Guerrero's mantra: lie, cheat, and steal. You went with just one thing, lie. You're no Death. Death does not talk about molesting babies. Death has no care if you're man or woman, infant or child. However he does not talk about baby fucking."

Ghost Tank sighed, then grinned, revealing black teeth, to match the sclera contacts

"Can you hear them yet, Shade? I'm always surrounded by them. Comforted by them. Serenaded them. I hear them all the time, Shade. So, can you, Shade?

CanYouHearThe Screams?

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