Quote:Standing behind Ghost Tank is none other than self proclaimed death himself, Mike Emerick. Not only is Mike Emerick in the cage, he is wearing Ghost Tank's trademark mask! Ghost Tank, sensing an unfamiliar presence, turns around, meeting face to face with Mike Emerick! Seeing that M.E is wearing his own mask and angry that he would dare interfere in his match for the second straight week now, G.T lets out a primal scream and throws a punch. Mike Emerick counters, however, and ducks the punch! When Ghost Tank turns around to try and deliver a second haymaker, Mike Emerick scoops him up and plants him with the Sit-out Spinebuster he calls The Cure! Both the impact of the move and damage from earlier in the match cause Ghost Tank to lie on the canvas, motionless. Suddenly Mike Emerick then cackles in the air, walking towards the turnbuckles!

Katie: What does this sick bastard have planned now?

Mike Emerick climbs to the top rope, a smile forming across his face. He then jumps off and delivers a PHEONIX SPLASH! ASHES FALL!

Crack: What the actual fuck? That's Ghost Tank's move!

Katie: This throws the "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" statement out the window!

Ghost Tank clutches his chest, in pain both physically and mentally. Mike Emerick stands above him, still wearing Ghost Tank's mask, and raises his arms in a Jesus-like pose. Finally, the lights go out again.