Ghost Tank seemingly is seen flying out of nowhere as he spears Jackson with the force of 50 Goldbergs and 100 Roman Reigns, leaving Jackson nothing more than a crumpled mess, as GT covers him, and a ref runs in from the same kind of magical place that GT was hiding and began to count!

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Ha! Do you honestly think you'd stand a chance? I do these attacks to put a stamp on everything I do. To let you know that I'm coming for that title, however I so fuckin' please. Do you realize the kind of shit I do to my own fuckin' body? You wish you were as half as extreme as I am. Just look at my match with Peter and Random. I put them motherfuckers on GODDAMN HOOKS AND HUNG THEM LIKE THE PIECES OF MEAT THEY ARE!

No. You're nothing but a paper champion to me. Until you actually show you can perform some extreme fucking shit, and I'm not talking no piddly fucking "Xtreme Rules". I'm talking that hardcore, bodily harming, death defying, possible life taking kind of hardcore. I INVENTED A ELECTRIFIED CAGE THAT COULD KILL A LESSER MAN JUST BY FUCKING TOUCHING IT, AND I HELD ONTO THAT SHIT FOR ALMOST A FUCKING MINUTE! I felt my heart pumping like it was going to FUCKING EXPLODE!

No, you're not a champion until you've had that kind of match, champ.

If you're not a little bitch, then come the fuck at me.

Pathetic. You know nothing of the New Breed of Beast, a New Kind of Monster. You're nothing more than a punk that got fucking lucky.