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Mr. Oz · (07-22-2015)

Ghost Tank saw where Trax has decided to live while preparing for Relentless. It was GT's time to act, time to strike, yet again.

The first thing to happen, is Ghost Tank finding Trax, hunting him, and ready for a precise moment.

The second thing was to plan on his attack. What was his plan?

Attack.

Ghost Tank rushed after Trax, and with all the power the athletic frame of the giant, Trax would feel a massive shoulder rammed into his gut as he delivered a devastating spear!

Ghost Tank grabbed Trax by the neck with both hands, using all the upper body strength to lift Trax up high into the air, caught him, then performed a spine-shattering, Arn Anderson-Would-Be-Proud-to-Witness spinebuster onto concrete. Trax looked out of it, his air knocked out of him and kept from keeping his recovery at bay. As Ghost Tank grabbed for his legs, he'd be rewarded with a kick to the neck. He recovered quickly, though, and his right foot began to slam into Trax's abdomen. Trax kicked GT in the groin, with his heel just missing the giant's meat and two veg. As Trax tried to get up from the attack, Ghost Tank grabbed him from behind, then gave a powerful belly-to-back suplex. GT then picked Trax up once more, and threw Trax through the window of a nearby shoppe. Ghost Tank grabbed a stool, and began to slam it into Trax's head and chest before dropping down onto Trax, and began to pin him as a ref slid into position to count!

1!...

2!...

Gator · (07-22-2015)

3!

Amazing! The moment Ghost Tank has longed for has finally come true! He stands to his feet ecstatic, proud, accomplished as the referee hands him the X-Treme championship in slow motion. Confetti falls as Ghost Tank smiles proudly, the entire XWF roster surrounding him clapping. Ghost Tank, The Face of Death, raises the belt in the air and roars a mighty roar, standing over the fallen Mr. FN' Dominance.

FLASH FORWARD!

Relentless II, the new X-Treme Champion stands tall in the ring, over a bloody Morbid Angel as the bloodthirsty crowd chant the Face of Death on! Ghost Tank sends punch after punch into Morbid's skull, blood oozes from Angel's broken skull with each hit. Finally Tank ends Angel's suffering as he pulls at Morbid's head, finally popping the man's head clean off and holding it high into the air. Tank opens his mouth as blood pours. The referee stops the match as Tank feels more powerful and rejuvenated from the Dick Collector's mighty blood, the bell sounds and the ref hands Tank his championship belt as the crowd cheers him on.

FLASH FORWARD HARDER!

A year has passed since Ghost Tank took the X-Treme title, and since then he has defeated every name that has entered the XWF. A force to be reckoned with, Ghost Tank sits on a throne of skulls made from his fallen foes in his solid gold mansion. Doctor Louis D'Ville, still Universal Champion and the only man not to face Ghost Tank enters and bows in front of Ghost Tank.

"Hello my friend."

"Doctor. You know you're not supposed to enter my abode."

"I apologize sincerely oh mighty Ghost Tank, but... I am in desperate need once more. I failed you, I failed myself and most of all I failed The Asylum. It was you, Death Incarnate who I truly needed the most."

Ghost Tank stands from his throne, his muscles bulging three times the size he was a year earlier.

"Your words humble me Doctor."

D'Ville smiles as he continues to gracefully bow.

"But. I have no need in you."

Doctor's eyes widen as Tank, with speed impossible to see with the naked eye, clutches his mighty hand around D'Ville's neck. Crushing his throat immediately. Ghost Tank lifts D'Ville off his feet and above his head, he grabs Doc's legs and pulls Doc apart, ripping him in two as his engorges himself with the blood of the higher power! Ghost Tank's eyes turn white, his hair a blinding gold.

He throws the Doc's limbs to the side and speaks to the world, his voice echoing throughout the tomes of history.

"NO DOCTOR. WAS NOT I WHO NEEDED YOU AT ALL. JUST YOUR PRECIOUS BLOOD! I AM REBORN! I AM NO LONGER THE FACE OF DEATH! I AM...

GOD!!!!"

Ghost Tank exits his mansion with a slow intimidating walk, the ground crumbling under his heel. The world, nay, the universe now his to do as he wishes.

We slowly fade away and into a hospital.

Ghost Tank lays in a bed unconscious. It was all a dream. Tank is now in a coma from what Mr. FN' Dominance is about to do to him.

Mr Killjoy · **07-21-2015, 07:42 PM**

Trax kicks out...again....yawn

Morbid Angel · (07-22-2015)

Why the fuck does he have to be standing over me? FUCK YOU GATOR! Have him stand over you next time! HE NEVER BEAT ME!!!!

SLAVE · **02-06-2017, 12:09 PM**

i AM SLaVe

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