The screen flickered to life, revealing Ghost Tank sat alone, watching the interview between Cain and Sayors. The rainbow haired giant sighed. He looked to the camera, shook his head, and continued to listen. The moment the interview ended, the screen faded to black.

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The screen came back to life, but while the visual is starting to zoom in on a lone Ghost Tank. He was seen upon the ground, sitting with his legs crossed. He began to rock back and forth, the sound of a deep growl coming from him, while his head bowed, looking to the ground. Soon the light above him began to dim, until the light and Ghost Tank, disappeared. Then the darkness began to be lit up rapidly, revealing its source was a strobe light, making the odd rocking movement look very unnatural. Slowly, he rose. The lighting changed once more, but the lights revealed Ghost Tank in the middle of a ring. A bunch of rookies began to rush at him, at least five, and around "norm" being in the five-eleven to six-three foot range in height. They also were diverse in weight as well, Being a buck ninety to two-fifty.

One rookie was hit with a kick to the gut, two others he jumped and split-kicked. He leaped over the two remaining, following after them, causing one to be took over the top rope, the other bouncing back, who he did a belly-to-belly suplex. Quickly standing back up, he ran towards the opponent that he was kicked in the stomach as he was recovering, with Ghost Tank performing a running corkscrew neckbreaker, rolling to his feet and chaining this attack to a running boot to the one of the first duo of men he jump kicked, hitting with such force the man spun in a 360 degree corkscrew, only to chain this attack to a running hurricanrana. That victim was thrown, and forced his comrade to receive a leg drop. All that seemed left was the taller of the bunch while his brothers-in-arms began to scatter, holding their respective hurt body parts. Ghost Tank began to bounce foot to foot, waiting. The man recovered and slid back into the ring, only to lock up with Ghost Tank. The two began to seemingly struggle, but it was a farce. Ghost Tank was toying with the man. With a grin, he whipped the man across the ring, and with all that power, all that agility, he leaped up after the man he tossed, began to backflip, with his shins gripping the man by his head, and completing the backflip, performing a hurricanrana whom was then slammed onto his back on the mat. Ghost Tank ran to a nearby corner, slingshotting himself to the top corner, and performed Ashes Fall, splashing onto the man and then pushed him out of the ring.

The camera zoomed in on him, smiling wide to the camera, revealing those blackened teeth once more in his career and began to speak,

Cain, I said what I said, mostly to get it out, because if I don't, someone else will. You claim to be something immortal. However, I see you. Whether you truly are who you say you are, you still haven't fought a man like me. I am at the peak of what humans can do with their bodies. All I have to do is learn different styles of martial arts, a lot of money, and the costume, I could be Batman. However, I won't, I don't, and I don't care to be anyone or anything else than myself. Our match tomorrow night is going to be a bloodbath, and the smell of your flesh, your hair, your clothing, will fill the arena. At Warfare I am going to become the hero of the Ex-Dubbayew-Eff. They may not want me, but they need me. I am going to go into Warfare, then I will burn that which is immortal, until we find out if he truly is gifted with everlasting life, or he lies like the rest of us that he likes to look down upon.

Since I've come to the Ex-Dubbayew-Eff, I have been told much about you. I've seen a lot from you. I heard time and time again, "Cain's better than you ever will be." "You are just a rookie, Cain would destroy you in a match." And you know what? I AM SICK AND TIRED OF HEARING THIS SHIT! I am glad we were billed together. I am glad we're going to be going into Warfare, the Mortal versus the Immortal. I have done shit to myself just for promos, that you would never dare of. I have done things in my matches that not even you would wish to be happy about.

Ghost Tank chuckled, moving to the top rope of one of the ring sides, leaning over and began to scream out

THINGS THAT ONLY THE MENTALLY UNSTABLE WOULD FUCKING DO TO THEMSELVES! I HAVE BLED OVER PEOPLE, OVER RINGS, OVER MY OWN GOD DAMN BODY, JUST TO PROVE TO YOU FUCKS THAT I HAVE EXACTLY WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE IT HERE!

He growled out to the camera, and then sighed before speaking,

Cain, tonight's promo was a small taste, visually, of what I can do, as if replays of my matches didn't show my potential. If you had been paying attention to War Games, then you would have seen that what I've said, is true. Am I special? No. There have others who have bled for this company, just to be a big name, and fell too far to come back up. Some make it up topside, but are never the same again. You have no care in your world, you care to try and attain championships like the Universal Championship belt, the Intercontinental Championship belt, when all the power? It's in that X-Treme title.

Ghost Tank shook the ring ropes before stepping back and talking once more,

On Warfare, you'll see just exactly how cunning, how smart, how tactful, how powerful, how fast, and how much more than a man. You will have wished that Yahweh had created you in my image, because I am the blueprint of humanity that God tried to forget. Just remember, Cain.

Ghost Tank grinned slyly, revealing the black teeth as the light began dimming slowly as he spoke

Warfare is when your immortality shall be tested. Warfare will be...

The smile becoming Joker-like as he spoke

Your end.

The screen faded to black as the colored words flashed on the screen as the fire graphic ate at the darkness at the bottom of the screen

Can You See ThePhoenix Soar?