{{OOC Note: Been very sick, started working on this as soon as I saw Calypso's response, thought I could do it within an hour, but due to the crap health, I'm not exactly at the top of my game. Thank you, the viewer, for taking time out to read this, even if it didn't get to be added as my Warfare rp. I still appreciate it being looked at :) }}


The video opens, much like the last promo he made for his fight with Jill. He is clearly inside a butcher shop, a high end one too. His voice coming up over the visuals,

As much as I hate re-hashing old ideas, Calypso, I have decided to show you what you're truly in for. Now, you say I'm crazy for crucifying myself. Can you tell me something I don't know, yet? I am in a stable called The Asylum, you stupid waste of space. Can't prove how much more crazy I am than that!

He let out a chuckle,

I'm not trying to control you, by telling you who to be friends with. I'm not your mother, I'm not your father. I'm not your uncle, aunt, grandma, grandpa, any of them. I tell you the truth because I want you to understand Vinnie Lane isn't a good person. He saw you as an easy mark, played whatever games you played with an expert's ease against someone who couldn't possibly do the same. He believed he could get his revenge on me, through you. Did you see what he's doing for you, though? I had my Shove-it match on Saturday, while he claims to not be behind those three people that not only beat me down, but dropped a FUCKING PIANO on me. I finished my match with my Stablemate, Lucius. Your party-bro then dragged out my hurt Asylum Brother, Mick the Martyr. I did what any Brother would do, and I tried to rescue him. Unfortunately I was unable to lead much of an attack. After all, three men beat me down and treated me like a cartoon fucking character with the piano. My ribs, which were almost on their way to being healed up, all I needed was a couple more days, are now hurt again. It feels like my ribs are squeezing my lungs like a vice. It's not a very good feeling, Calypso. Yet that wasn't the end. When I got close to your "bruh" he thought, after I showed the world how much electricity I could handle that a cattle prod would take me down! Three times he used it, and I never left my fucking feet. It hurt like that cage did, especially as he shocked my now re-injured torso. I was weakened now, and I still am, as I tried to give a halfhearted spear, and he managed to get his kick, which knocked me onto tables and equipment for the show. My ribs are damn near broken, if not truly broken, thanks to him and those three fucks. However, I'm not going to seek medical assistance until our match is over, Calypso. I'm not going to forfeit, which is probably what your "bro" wants me to do. He wants me to quit. He wants me to not move forward in the XWF. He chose his patsy well, when he chose to give you that bet, and proceeded to win against you.

By this time, Ghost Tank, visually, was inside the room for hanging all the various meats. Just like last time, he began to slip hook after hook into his abdomen, but this time, he had asked to butcher for help with his back, and now four hooks were being pierced into his skin. Ghost Tank's eyes were closed, but still he grimaced as the hooks went in. He had never done his back before, the front always seemed the most painful to people. The camera read Nine A.M. once Ghost Tank was pulled by the hooks up towards the ceiling. That is when the camera was set down, and it showed the butcher as well as Alvald leaving the back room. Ghost Tank visibly seen being held up by nothing but meat hooks and his voice narrated the video once more

Women like piercings, on some men. You, however, are too much of a pussy to truly get a woman. You'll eventually find a woman, someday, who didn't see you piss yourself on camera, who didn't cry like a bitch when he got the piercings. You, Calypso, are not a man. You're the child that masquerades as an adult, because he did some adult things in his life and now fights to get everyone to acknowledge him as a "Man" when he's not.

You speak about Brother Frodo, and how "weird" he is. He's not that weird, you know? Sure, he likes to fuck people in a closet, and if you open that closet, with or without knowledge of this, he'll try to fuck you. All you had to do, probably, is say "I'm very sorry, but I was trying to find something to eat, I'm new here." and he would've known to not do anything to ya. How is your ass, by the by? Doing good after he Violated it? I'd be surprised. By how much you bitch and moan about it, you'd think that you truly did enjoy it, and only say those things because in truth, you want to have two handles in your ass this time. You're nothing spectacular, but you try hard to make people look at you and make them think you are. After all, why else would you say "Calypsooooo" after almost everything you do? Because you're trying to make everyone say it, want to make everyone look at you and think you're actually good for something. A laugh, a party, a drink. When it's all a complete facade.

You didn't make me sound like an idiot, though. You made me sound like someone who knows how to keep people like you awake as they get tortured. It's not hard, Calypso. It's not hard to make a whiny bitch like yourself stay awake as you are inducted into the hall of tortured humans that dared fuck with me.

How have you not understood this, yet? I'll speak slowly, so you're stupid fucking brain can understand. I...hurt...myself...to...show...my...opponents...how...little...I...care...about....myself...so...they...know...how...little...I...care...about...their...well...being. Do you understand now? I crucified myself to show I am willing to go far, very far, in hurting myself, so that you can fucking comprehend that I will show the same care, if not lesser than, the precautions I showed myself. Oh, and, you asked why I'm doing this, and not preparing myself like I should be. In a gym and shit. Well, I do visit a gym, when I need to. Until I need to lift weights, I do free-running. I use the world as my gym. Another fact I alluded to a while ago. Seriously. Why is it a bunch of fools don't understand my training process?

The video was now an hour later, but still counting on.

I withstand pain, to show you the reasons why you can't. To show what makes me more superior than you. On Warfare, Calypso, you will have the fight of your life. You will have the match of your life. It will not go well for you, however, because I will not only come out the victor, but you will have to be sutured, stapled, your wounds kept closed any way that they can be. Because I will not be gentle. I will not be as caring as I was in the beginning. All thanks to Vinnie Lane doing the shit he has done to me and my Brother. You are going to receive his pain. Fuck Vinnie Lane. He is a horrible person for making you do this. You will understand that soon enough as well, Calypso.

And, yes, Calypso, if you beat me, by yourself, I will respect you a bit. If Vinnie joins and helps you out, though? Yeah, you lose any respect I had. So, Calypso. I hope you understand a bit more about me.

The time on the video was now Nine Forty-nine, and Ghost Tank was being let down from the hooks. The butcher taking them out of Tank's back first, while a couple towels were laid under him. The video cuts off at Nine Fifty-two.

Once it's back, Ghost Tank is bandaged up, almost all over his body, and the video said Ten Forty-one. Ghost Tank spoke directly to the camera,

Calypso. I wish Vinnie had not done what he did at the Shove-it. I would've liked for our match to be all in good fun. However, he hurt my Brother. He hurt me as well. So, since I don't have him in a match, you will have to do. If he shows up to the hospital waiting for you, you will know he's a true "party-bro" a true friend. If he doesn't immediately come to your aide after the match? He's exactly the kind of person I've told you that he is. A lying, manipulative, asshole. I'll be seeing you soon, Calypso. Very soon.

The video fades to black, but there is no laughter, just his neon green words that flashed on the screen

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