After being kicked through windows, and landing hard, he would immediately get back up. With a growl, he made his way back to Doctor Louis D'ville, who would find that the New Breed was still ready to go after him. Charging at full speed, Doc would feel a spear like many others have felt before him, ramming the broad shoulder hard into Doc's gut, nearly folding him in half. The Monster was not through with his charge, and continued to carry Doc, spearing him through a window, and out of the building they are in, to the street below.

Once they both landed with a hard thud, Ghost Tank then pulled both of Doc's legs, pinning him as a ref began to carefully count, avoiding the glass.


1!

2!

"Heyoo! What up?!"

"Ghost Balls, I just wanted to drop in and say great fuckin' match the other day dude. I'm still hurtin' bruh. The thing is, when you come up with that stip for that match, bruh? I totally shit. Like not literally or anything... But I thought, 'What did Calypso do?!"

"Muh homeboy thuh Luvuh-boy was right though. Yer just a scrub, bruh. Allllllll talk. Meat hooks though? FOR REALZ?! I was sick for three days after that match dude. Did we do anything to like.... sanitize.... them? Probably not huh. Well hell though, you were gone, for what? Two weeks? Three? I can't remember. But, hey yo, you're feeling better now though right? Sorry for given ya such a hard time before. I just wanted ta say, bruh."

"I'm kinda glad though cuz you were the first to know... You could face anyone else in the fuckin universe babay, but no one like...."

[[[Calypso waves his hands mystically in front of his face. He whispers....]]]

"Calyyyyyyyppppsssssssssssssssssssooooo."

Tank, kill this punk. Kill him in honor of that dead you cried about.

As the referee comes down with his third and final slap to the ground he stops. He realizes that whatever Ghost Tank is pinning on the street is not the Doctor at all, but a stunt dummy of the Doctor!

Ghost Tank stands up in a fit of rage and tries ripping the stunt dummy in half, but cannot! He throws it down to the ground and steps on it. From above, where Ghost Tank speared the dummy out of the window stands the Doctor holding a cocktail in one hand and a large cigar in the other. Several men are already replacing the window that Ghost Tank smashed.

Suddenly a skinny man on a moped cruises up to Ghost Tank. He screeches on the brakes and holds out an envelope. Ghost Tank grabs it out of the messenger's hands before he drives away and rips it open. It reads:

Kickout.

i AM SLaVe