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Ghost Tank yawned, having been home for exactly five days. He'd been training once again in his home gym, and during the break, an addition was done to his already massive home. It would replicate many obstacles one would come across when freerunning, including obstacles included for parkour training. One thing he had asked to be set up, is something to test his jumping. Akin to exercise steppers stacked up one by one, a tower is made, and it can be deconstructed piece by piece, with each piece of the tower weighed one hundred and fifty kilograms. The giant had to keep his strength up, even when  he was simply trying to test his agility.

He set each platform so that it began to be taller. One, then two, then three, so on and so forth. He hopped forward upon the first platform. Then step down. The platforms after, he would have to hop, and further on, jump, to get to them. Wouldn't be much of a test of his limits, if he did everything easily. By the sixth set, he began to breathe hard, stretching his limbs out.  He jumped to the seventh set, then jumped down. He moved to a bench, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off. He picked up his Android phone, looking at the text message, "You v Isles, IC shot @ BiB" and he saw it was from one of the GMs, Girard. He brought his free hand to his face, "Fuck. I didn't want a title match. I just wanted to have one last fucking match, full of pain, blood, and suffering. If I win, that will either mean I have to be forced to defend something I didn't fucking want, or they vacate it..." He would look through spread fingers, "Then again, if they vacate it...that would leave a scramble for the belt. If I throw enough money at Shane, I can determine the terms of stipulations for the match-ups." He grinned against his palm, fingers slowly brushing along his face, caressing his beard and chin as he looked at his phone. He stood up, moving to the new section of his home. He looked at the new communication system in his home. He'd look at the labels next to it, written with a flowery flourish: Alysia's handwriting. Master Bedroom, Kitchen, Living Room, Pool, Outside Pool, Outside Bar, Inside Bar, Gym, New Gym. He'd press the living room button and spoke, "Alysia, would you mind terribly and get me something to eat and to drink? I am going into the new gym. Whatever you feel like making, all right? Appreciate it." Her voice came out of the speaker, "Okay, Ozzy. I'll whip something up for you." The last sound being a giggle. 

This made Ghost Tank gently place his right hand to his face as he said to himself, "She's going to make some kind of fusion again." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Or she's going to try something from those cooking shows..." He pushed aside the door and entered the new gym, looking at many walls, barriers, wooden squares, a couple of warped walls, railings, some boxes to look like a stairway, as well as several sturdy poles in different areas.

He placed towel and phone on a nearby bench. He stretched out his long limbs, finishing with a roll of his shoulders and cracking his neck before running and leaping over the rail without using his hands, bringing his knees to bend as he moved his legs to swing up and to the right. Once over the rail, he brought his legs down quickly, landing upon his sneaker covered feet. He didn't stop moving either, running to one of the squares and jumping over it, planting his hands on it, bringing his feet up and through the arch made by his arms. Upon planting feet to the ground, he kept running to one of the warped walls, kicking off the middle and grabbing the top and lifting himself up into a handstand. He then moved to turn around while still performing the handstand, once facing back out, he dropped down, sliding down onto the wall and begin running once hitting the bottom of the curve. He rushed to one of the poles, jumping onto it, then climbing and once near the top, he began swinging around it as best he could before releasing onto one of the stairway boxes, landing then jump off it, flipping forward and landing onto his feet. He was about to head to the beginning of the stairway boxes, but something caught his nose, and he turned to look in the direction of where the smell came from. He smiled to the sight of Alysia, moving over to her and saw she had one serving tray with a cover over it, the other one large jug of water, and two shakes, vanilla and chocolate. He'd help her with the drink tray, placing it down as he noticed her arm shaking, and would rather not ruin all she had done to not only cook but to gather something to drink. He noticed in the shakes that there were several maraschino cherries in each shake, which made him grin. When he turned after setting the tray, he saw what she cooked, salmon with scrambled eggs. He looked at the generous helping of the food, and eyed it closely. 

"It's smoked salmon with scrambled eggs. I learned how to make it. I tasted everything, and they were scrumptious, so I know you'll like it." 

He chuckled, shook his head as he brought his right hand to one of the serving pieces, seeing some bread, slices of salmon on top, which had creamy looking scrambled eggs on that. He bit into it, and it tasted pretty damn amazing! It was absolutely delicious and it surprised him she didn't try to add any deviations to whatever the recipe must've been. Her hand in cooking usually meant a lot of spice, and not just any spice, chili powder, or pieces of hot peppers. Peppers that would make even him with his high pain tolerance, cry like a little girl. He never could understand how she can eat things like that. To kiss her after she eats something that are above five hundred thousand Scoville units, is like having eaten the meal himself. After he had swallowed the chewed up half of the food, he smiled to her,

"Very good, dearheart. Very well done. Thank you so much for it!"

He put the other half into his mouth, chewed it up, taking the serving tray from her gingerly, smiling the best he could as he ate. She sat down, grabbing the vanilla shake and drinking some of it while she watched him practically mow down the food. Once finished eating, he smiled down to her, and he noticed half of the shake and half the cherries were gone. She put the shake down, and he would bend down and pick her up to give her a kiss. Once their kiss ended, he smiled and she grinned. He would speak,

"Thank you for the food. It was amazing."

She nodded and responded, "You're welcome, Ozzy. Hope your training continues to be fruitful."

He would let her down gently, then gave her juicy ass a light smack, causing him to chuckle, her to let out a squeak of surprise, then looking back to him as she walked away, letting out a coo to show she enjoyed the smack. Once out of the gym, he downed the rest of the shakes, ate the cherries, then drank a quarter of the water. He then went back to training in the new gym. 

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"Christopher Isles. What can I really say about you? I'm being serious there. You're the Intercontinental Champion. You're pretty damn good, apparently. So, for right now, that's all I will say. However, let me tell you something about me, "brah". If you've noticed anything about me, anything all at your tenure in Ex-Dubbayew-Eff, you should've made note about how high a pain tolerance I have. Because that's going to be the thing you will be forced to realize. During our match, you will have everything at your fingertips. The Gee Em has made sure of it. So, at Warfare, in our match, your title is on the line, and I don't care if I win. I'm retiring with or without a win in our match. Whether that belt is hoisted above me, then wrapped around my waist or if you are the victor and keep your title reign, I will be leaving.

The cell is going to be absolutely brutal. Those chains are going to be just as unforgiving. I know I'll be able to use them, I have shown in the past how long I can deal with holding something that is electrified. Holding a chain for a couple seconds just to whip you with it, won't last longer than ten seconds. I can deal with almost triple that time. 

So, Isles, will you try to do something like that? Have you ever felt that kind of current rush through your body? Do you know those electric chairs or electric handheld toys? The kinds that make people jump out of their skin? Because imagine the highest setting, for even a couple seconds. You'll only get a taste of what you'll feel. Oh and you'll taste the electricity, as I smash your face into the cell, and rub your face against the links. I'm looking so forward to making you bleed against the walls of the cell, electrocute your wounds. I'm going to grab a ladder, bash you with it into a wall, and pin you against the ring with it. Only once you've truly experienced this pain, will I end your suffering, and pin you. Or maybe you'll manage to make a comeback, and I'll end up losing. This match is going to show what pain the two of us can take, just to finish the match.

Christopher Isles, my friend, thank you for accepting this challenge, when none other had the fucking balls to accept. Whether you are the last loss on my career, or my last win, you have my thanks, you have my respect, but you will not have mercy, and I expect the same from you. 

Brutality, that is all I expect from either of us as we have one fucking helluva match, one that outshines every other fucking match on the card.
 
I look forward to your response...brah."

The video would fade to white instead of black as familiar words flash across the screen


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