This is the story of a man, on his quest to become the most extreme of the people coming after the X-Treme title.

Wait, what're you doing!? I'm trying to narrate your story! WAIT! AAAAARRRRGHH!"

The sounds of something hard and metallic landing against soft and the sound of something breaking over and over again. The sound of someone growling, then a voice came on, it happened to be Ghost Tank's,

Some nobody doesn't get to narrate my life. I'll take the reigns from here. Ahem.

Ghost Tank cleared his throat, coughed slightly, then began to speak

My story began the day my parents died. My parents died when I was thirteen. Though I am from a rich family, I left my home and left it on fire, I traveled the United States as a drifter, and learned that because of the way my genetic makeup comprised itself and because I was caught during a fight with a group of other teens, I was brought in and trained as a wrestler. Before then, I was ganged up on, beaten, especially when I was in Chicago before I left. Other kids teased me for my size. I stayed nice, and all it did was give me grief. It caused a lot of bruises and broken bones.

When I started out in the indies, I began to be called "Giant Ozzy" not because of my name, Oswald, but because they felt that since being a "giant" would be too stale, so they decided to add something, and had me wear black, dye my hair black, then made me come out to Crazy Train. However, the stronger looking I became, the more they called me "Beast" and made me wear animal pelts, furred boots, and furred wristbands and stuff. The song they had me walk out to Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit.

I've always had the gift of gab, but, I've always been shy. I can talk to someone one-on-one, but to talk to a crowd? I'd have a tough time telling a story. So for a while, I spent time in obscurity. I was only brought out to squash people that the promoters hated, and felt like they needed to give them a reality check. It was an okay gig. Then I got my first taste of the hardcore life. I was kind of scared. Baseball bats wrapped in barbed wire, barbed wire as the "ropes". I was afraid that my career would be destroyed...

Then I felt and tasted my opponent's blood. Felt my body cut and torn, the blood trickling down from my body. It was damn near orgasmic. The feeling of the pain caused to me, it steeled me. It made me want more. When the crowd let out cries of astonishment, seeing my opponent look at me like I was crazy as I yelled out, "FUCKING HIT ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" and he did. I ended up with deep lacerations and broken ribs, but I still forged on. The adrenaline, the pain, it drove me to continue into the match, and I ended up having to be rushed out by EMTs. It took a few months, but I eventually came back, and because of that match, the Beast of Extreme was born. Every match was in extreme types of matches. Glass, thumbtacks, barbed wire, light tubing, tables, scaffolding, nothing was off the card for me.

One match I had, there was electricity involved, with a ladder hooked to electricity. I was suplexed onto it, and I ended up being shocked until unconsciousness. Instead of that being it for the match, my body kicked out. My opponent was looking down at me, stunned, as I came to. However, my opponent was powerbombed into that ladder, and he ended up waking up after a couple minutes. After that, he never wanted to wrestle with me again.

So, you see why I enjoy the chase of the X-Treme title. See why I try to come up with crazy match types. I'm not alone. Frodo comes up with weird shit, others have come up with shit just as crazy.

Hank Lane, I don't know your history. Maybe you don't care to know mine, but I still told my story. I am the New Breed of Beast, I am a New Kind of Monster. Will you be scared of me? No, I imagine not. However, I want you to keep something in mind, if you do remember one thing from my tale: no kind of punishment will make me stop. You will have to break me, will have to cause me to bleed until I do exactly what I did at War Games, and fall unconscious, after destroying three entire men.

I look forward to what you have to say, Lane.