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He yawned slightly, then shrugged his shoulders, as if letting something fall. What could he do now? Another killing spree? Another time to kill the innocent and the guilty, to punish them, to send them to Limbo.
He had yawned as he stood from his throne of bones artificially made bones. Spines and skulls, colored black. He moved down the stairs of his massive tower, his library. He walked and walked down each step. He looked to one case, which to a trained eye, would look different. To the untrained, it looked like a normal bookcase. He pulled upon the spine of a red leather bound book, which was titled "The Loved One's Requiem" and the bookcase slid from its position, opening up and sliding across the case of other book resting untouched. He walked behind into the darkened hallway, and soon was enveloped by shadows as the case slid back into place.
What he was going to acquire, would be soon be revealed.
He sighed as his new weapon would be held by a strap, made specifically to hold this new weapon: the khopesh. A crescent blade or as some call it "sickle sword". This is what drew Ghost Tank to wanting one. It resembled a scythe, but shorter. Laying across the sword is his original weapon, the scythe.
Another weapon to test out, another weapon to be anointed with blood. It had been painted black and crimson, and it would shine in the light with ease.
This time Ghost Tank would be visiting one place in particular; a Japanese hide-out for some legitimate Yakuza members. People that were trained with both guns and hand-to-hand weapons. Hopefully he'd find a good match up there.
He knocked on the three inch thick steel door, and open went the peephole
"What do you want, gaijin?"
"I have business with your boss. Ryuusuke. Tell him Oswald is here."
The window closed, and then three minutes later, he'd be let in. Immediately guns were upon him because of his weapons, which were taken off of him. Once unarmed, they led him a few different hallways and tunnels. It was like a maze. Inside would be different rooms, some to count money, some to count their drugs, to make their drugs. Tank memorized most of the doorways, to use as a way to get back out. It took two men to gather and hold onto his weapons, and they were all guided to a large chamber, with a large mahogany desk, with several papers on top of it. Behind the desk was a large white chair, and like a clichè, the boss turned around, and he had a pure white suit on, with a white tie, and underneath it all, a black dress shirt. He looked about five foot eight, weighing possibly a buck fifty. Tank knew the man though, and like himself, it was mostly muscle.
"Tanky, baby, what brings you to my workplace?"
He then saw the weapons being held and now offered to him.
"Were you... were you honestly coming to kill me?"
"Was thinking on it, Ryuu."
"Haven't we been good friends, though? I mean. I helped you find that little lab that you blew up."
"Yeah. I did it and I find out you made me take out a rival. Why let some rednecks make this shit and sell for lower prices, when you can eliminate them."
Ryuu laughed and nodded
"That's right. You did a bang up job, too. See what I did?"
"Yeah. Fucking hilarious. You're the Asian Woody Allen."
Ryuu laughed
"Ah yes. 'Don't think of death as an ending. Think of it as a really effective way of cutting down on your expenses.' I guess you could be cutting expenses for a lot of people."
He and his henchmen laughed. Ghost Tank remained unmoved.
"So, are you here to do that for me?"
He remained silent now.
"Oswald, talk to me. Is this the end?"
He nodded
"Then I guess it's good they took your weapons away. Sayonara, hakujin."
He nodded to one man, and Oswald saw him out of the corner of his eye. He heard the sound of a blade sliding along its sheathe. He could hear the footsteps moving quicker, closer. The man had slid his katana out, and rising, only to feel a massive boot be sent straight into his knee, dislocating and breaking the kneecap. It caused the man drop the weapon and then Ghost Tank ran and charged into a man on his right, slamming him hard into the concrete wall. He kneed him into his gut, then grabbed him as he heard the sounds of his weapons dropping to the ground as the two men were coming at him with their own weapons that they were so used to. He flung the man into his friends and ran after them. The men being bowled over, and he would leap over them landing and rolling to his khopesh and scythe, picking them up, and soon he heard klaxons singing and the lights changing to a deep red. Ryuusuke had disappeared. This angered GT, and he flipped over the desk, and all its contents flung out of the drawers, slamming into the back wall. The three men left would stir, and begin to stand up.
Oswald tested his new weapon, and with a dash and a swing, off went three heads, seemingly popping them off as if they were bottle caps. Apply enough pressure, and off with their heads. While they didn't fly, they did move a bit into the air, then fell as they bled, and so did the hole where their head used to be connected to. He walked over to the unconscious fourth, and placed the big boot covered foot onto his skull, and applied enough pressure, to crack it, then stomp through, smashing skull and turning the brain into mush.
It would time to finally find Ryuusuke, where he'd be hiding. For that, he would need Abaddon.
Until then, it was time to play with the blood of those inside the compound.
"So, Scully. You've actually started to learn human speech. You've found words are actually a lot of fun, and now you're trying to lambaste me. However, you still use the tactic of insulting me. Ghost Wank, Ghost Spank. Come on, Scully. With your newfound vocabulary, I'd hope for you to actually learn how to use it to your advantage. There's so many words you can use, yet you fall upon children's insults. No wonder why you were the Champion.
So, let's start with the basics of how you fucked up already, shall we?
Macbeth gave me a helluva fight. I won. I barely had time to recover before I was put into the ring again. Mini Morbid is just as ferocious as Morbid himself. Tiny mother fucker used squirrel tactics. Might as well called me Groot, because he acted like he was Rocket. I wasn't ready to fight a fucking mouse, but he barely did anything to me that I couldn't shrug off.
You are right the two after. Kid Kool was utter shit, and so was Equinox. That was a resting period for me. Then came the man who actually gave me one of the best fights I've had in a while. You keep putting him down, Scully. However that man has done more for and against this company than you and I will ever accomplish. He will give me more of a fight than you ever will. You should honestly be thanking him, Scully. You really should. You already thanked Archie, but more so, you should thank Eli. He gave you a target. He gave you something you could capitalize on. He gave you focus. If he had not hurt me during our match, then the one between you and I? Yeah. You would've lost. Scully. Hell, Davids, another former Universal champion, barely wrestled. Compared to your match with a universal champion and mine, guess who was the better? Guess who had more chanting? The match between Eli and myself. Fuck, man. During the match between us, guess who got more chants? Don't worry, the name should still be ringing in your ears: Ghost Tank.
I went through a war the entire night. You were the most fresh man in that entire gauntlet, yet you feel proud? That's fucking adorable! That's laughable! You were practically given the win during the gauntlet! You had to face me, and I went through a fucking war the entire night before we faced off. I was injured. And yet you think you're some kind of god of the ring? You fought Soldier and Peter, I'll give you that. You actually had to work. However, you know that a triple threat, is just that? People can attack whoever they want, people weaken the others, and one sly motherfucker will come in for the win by pulling some shit and pinning the third man. You didn't fight either of them alone, Scully. You really didn't. Alone, you would get destroyed by Soldier. Hell, Soldier beat ME for fucks sake. If you fought Peter one on one, you'd get utterly annihilated.
So please, tell me how good you are, Scully. I wish to know.
As for the Ferngotti incident. Frodo and I were friends. I rarely make friends, because most of you are not fucking worth your weight in salt. Why should I sully my hands with imbeciles and weaklings? Ferngotti seemed like a sure thing. I wanted to help them in continuing to destroy the roster. After all, I have become better, stronger. I have become a man to beat.
As for your utterances that I'm an 'unathletic with no balance and no coordination climbing the turnbuckle'. Motherfucker, do you even watch what I can do? I am the most athletic, most gifted athlete in this company at being nearly seven feet tall and four hundred fucking pounds. I move quicker than you, I am more agile than you, I am smarter than you.
Honestly, I'm better than you at pretty much every goddamn thing.
I've beaten you before, Scully. I'll beat you again, even if Abaddon never gets tagged in. Though, I know he'll definitely want to rip your head off your shoulders. You decide to be a bitch, you decide to call a man out like that; you'll find yourself in a world of suffering.
Scully, prepared to be fucking annihilated at Warfare. Be prepared for a loss before you head into the pay-per-view, and then get prepared for another when Lane fucking destroys you.
I honestly can't wait to see that happen, Scully. I really can't. I wish the pay-per-view was next week, because I want to see your reign of stupidity end.
Scully, are you hearing them yet? It should be a sound you're the most familiar with. After all, I wonder how long you screamed after I trapped you in that casket, and found out you lost your number one contendership shot to me? Because I bet you screamed in futility for hours and hours.
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