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Mr. Oz · **04-18-2016, 08:40 PM**

Ghost Tank got up after the uppercut. After being shat on, jizzed on, and hearing Frodo's words, he'd growl low and wipe it all off and come lumbering towards Frodo,

"We are still friends, brother. This is but a squabble that will end. You've known that the title has been my dream. You were even warned ahead of time that I would be coming. So don't act like this is supposed to end our friendship. Don't act like you didn't know that one day, this could happen. To say you didn't, is bullshit."

Ghost Tank rushed after Frodo before he could turn and respond, only to see a massive boot slamming straight into his face, causing him to spin into the air, landing face first onto the ground.

"Also, Fred, I know you didn't fuck my wife. You don't think I record everything in my home? I am an imposing figure, but I still have motherfuckers try to take shit from me. However, if our friendship ends over something that I would even expect of you to do, if I were in your position. Hell, I'd even feel honored that my friend has decided to go after my title. It would have been an honor. Though, if you feel this way, that we're no longer friends..."

He moved away from Frodo, who then slowly moved to stand up, rubbing the part of his head that now has a giant boot print embedded in his face. Ghost Tank took in how much he'd have to tuck his own head so he wouldn't end up concussed from what he is about to do.

Just as Frodo was standing completely upwards, making him slightly hunched over, Ghost Tank closed the distance between them, and grabbed Frodo by the waist, and jumped with the man, and spun them both around in the air twice before landing with Frodo's head smacked into the concrete.

Ghost Tank flips Frodo over and slides over to lay against Frodo and in a two legged pin and the previous ref slides in for the count

ONE!...

TWO!...

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