A small roaring crowd, a basement smelling of sweat and blood lingering in the air, as GT had his hands up to protect his face, as his opponent, about the same size as him, threw jabs and hooks at him, but GT was able to block each blow. The moment he saw the man slowing in his movements, is the moment he capitalized, and began to throw metaphorical bombs, punching the man hard in the gut, followed by a left hook, then a right, before finishing with a hard uppercut, sending the man flying and knocking him right the FUCK out, sending him into the crowd, which collapsed under him, then rolling him onto the ground.

Ghost Tank grinned, revealing blackened teeth, the neon green eye seeming to shine in the light, as his arms moved up as he held up his hands in the air in victory.

I want a REAL challenge!

Soon a man stepped out from the crowd, wearing a tank top with seemingly pornographic images on it with Black Sugar on the left pectoral area. He had short hair, spiked up, and a lit cigarette in his mouth. Fingers moving to it as he took a drag out of it before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it, putting out the embers. He was much smaller than GT by almost a foot, but for his frame, he was pretty ripped.

Okay, big boy. Let's see what you got.

The two got into their fighting stances, with the smaller man taking on a more boxer like stance, while Tank opted for his wrestling style. Tank rushed him, and even though he thought he was fast, this man was faster, and dodged to the side and threw several shots straight to the left rib cage. This made GT growl in frustration. So, he adjusted himself, no longer going for his wrestling style, and taking on the boxer stance. He watched his movements, and adjusted accordingly. To test the waters, he threw a punch as hard as he could, and he watched as the man dodged it, went low, and threw several body shots and backed off quickly.

Tank, grinned, and went to throw another punch, but it was a feint, seeing the man be tricked into trying to throw another round of punches, only for Tank to back up while throwing an overhead punch so hard, it forced the man to spin in the air flipping twice before landing on his stomach. He was now knocked the fuck out, bleeding from the mouth, drooling blood and a couple teeth onto the floor. It made Tank laugh, before looking to the stairway and smirked to the rest of them then decided to walk away, wondering what kind of adventure he could have.

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An image of GT appears on all screens as he speaks directly to only one person.

Sebasstian. When I join, you will recognize that I am NOT my Brother. We do not have the same name, nor do we look the same. He chose to look like a fucking John Wayne Gacy reject, and I chose the form of our Father from when he first started here. The only reason why I don't like the name, is because I have no fucking clue what BX3 stands for. Was it just people with names and nicknames starting with B and made a stable? Does it mean something else, now? That's the only thing I dislike about the name. It has no meaning anymore. Only one person in the stable has his name with 3 Bs to start each part of his full name, so why keep it that way? But, whatever, it's not the bigger thing right now. I'll join the stable. I'll do what my Brother did not, and accept you two. But seriously, I do not want anything sexual from either of you. I simply want to hurt others, and make them understand that I only provide them pain, so they'll understand that they are nothing to me.

You two go do whatever you want, but nothing of it will happen to me. I simply do not roll that way. I do not roll any other way than providing pain, suffering and destruction.

Do you understand?