Oswald stood, still the same size, same muscle bound freak, however he was embedded with metal. His arms in shiny titanium, circuitry routed through each inch, connecting to his fleshy biceps. His face scarred, with his eyes burning unnaturally bright blue. He stood in a locker room, swarmed by robots and other cybernetic enhanced human beings. He'd give light waves when someone greet him, but otherwise he stayed alone. Soon he heard the ring announcer call out

"And now! For the main event! Laaaaaaaaaadies and Gentlemen! Hailing from New Chicago, he is TERRA ANNIHILARE! He is your REIGNING AND DEFENDING HEAVYWEIGHT BOXING CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOOORLD! "MONEY" GHOOOOOOOOOOST TAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!!!"

Soon the song No Save Point by Yankee and the Brave blares through the arena. Oswald puts on his black silk boxing robe with bright neon green accents and begins to get escorted by a security detail as he snags his championship belt on the way out of the locker room. Oswald shaking his limbs about, bouncing foot to foot as he gets in the mindset to fight. He gives waves to the fans screaming out for him. He looked up towards the VIP section, seeing a large man in a suit with slicked back hair and a cane. Once he saw that man, he looked forward to the ring. He knew who it was. It was his corporate sponsor. The man that paid him all the money in the world and also implanted many technological advancements inside him to make him the most superior boxer in the world. Soon his opponent would be announced, as he got into the ring, the two eventually squaring off in the ring, looking at one another. The person he was going to face off against, looked like a even further freaky human being, though he noticed implants that were not exactly typical, breasts. This was a huge chick and he sighed softly. Corporate must find him not useful anymore and she was going to take his place.

He held out his hand and they shook one another's hand gently, neither one wanting to show how powerful they can be to each other.

The bell rang, and the two muscled freaks clashed, with GT opening with a Superman Punch, which got blocked. The two began to aim for each other's bodies, to try and tear one another down, knowing if the body goes, the power goes with. Each one blocking well, but also getting a good blow in on each other. By the end of round one, both of them looked like they had been in a car accident aimed straight for their midsection. So many and so thick was the bruises. The man and woman were trying to cut each other down, but it wasn't working. So, after the bell rang, while she went for the body, he decided to go straight for the head. She had been expecting more body shots and so he was able to go full assault mode and just wailing on her. She could protect barely, but the tech embedded in his body allowed him to practically enhance his strikes, bypassing her blocks somewhat, getting many half-hitting blows until her arms started to sting from the blows and for half a second, she relaxed her arms and gave an opening that was massive for him as he followed with a huge uppercut, sending her off her feet and onto her back.

Unfortunately, she never made the ten count, leaving Ghost Tank to be the victor!

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, BY KNOCKOUT, YOUR WINNER "MONEY" GHOOOOOOOOOOOOST TAAAAAAAAAAAANK!"

He got his right arm raised and he smiled slightly to the cameras and wild cheers of the crowd. The sound of cheers and cameras snapping continued until this dissipated and was brought forth into a new sight, as if time skipped forward a couple hours.

Ghost Tank was brought forth the man he had seen in the VIP section, but now they're together and their guards had left both.

"Sit down."

He obliged, after all, never piss off the cash cow.

"Good job with that win. Seems the crowd still loves you."

He nodded, but his eyes went straight to the sight of the massive woman that walked in and now it was just those three.

"You'll find your payments in the suitcases."

Ghost Tank took his, she took hers

"Good job on throwing the match. There's a some extra in there."

She looked ecstatic and immediately left as if she had won the lottery. Before GT could even speak, the man smirked before turning around to look at Tank

"Yes, she threw the match. You're more worth our time and coin if we keep you a celebrity. She easily could've won the match, but she took the dive."

GT immediately yelled out

"YOU PAID FOR HER TO LOSE!? THAT IMMEDIATELY RUI-"

The man slammed the end of his cane into the floor

"Ruins the sport of the game? Oh get off your high horse. Boxing has a rich tradition of people throwing matches in order to get more money from the celebrity of certain boxers. That's the point right there: Celebrity. In the past, people who were celebrities due to their 'net fame, brought in millions of dollars more than if they just ran their normal businesses. One night, one fight, 900k for each of them. That's the kind of celebrity that we have given you. Each fight draws millions. For both us and yourself. Don't be stupid and take the fucking money. I'll hear no more of this bullshit from you about us ruining the sport of the game. You're rich, shut the fuck up."

GT then stood up and left, without taking the money, only for it to appear in his hand.

"You forgot something."

He growled audibly as he left. He needed to think. He needed to unwind. He took that suitcase and went to a very seedy looking bar that was literally underground and only known about by the people who were in high celebrity status like him, who needed drugs and cheaper thrills, The Underdark. Apparently its name was from an old tabletop game back before the 'net was fully released to the public. What the game was called, no one remembers, as it had been near 80 years since its creation and most of the people who knew died in a bombing that happened 50 years ago. Soon as he sat down, a 'Medium' as they like to be called, since they dealt with giving people jobs in exchange for money. Apparently the word was more used for people who believed they could contact spirits. This one, she looked as expensive and as shiny as his arms. She wasn't a Android, no, more like she decided she enjoyed the color of chrome to the point that her actual skin looked like it. There was a human underneath, but who knows how deep that treatment went. Maybe she had a chrome heart, chrome lungs, et cetera, et cetera.

"What's wrong, Champ? You look as if you lost all hope for humanity."

He saw her grin, he simply gave a fake smile and it turned sour immediately in front of her, showing how little he appreciated the joke.

"I learned that the huge bitch I fought tonight threw the fight. Sephtis paid her ass off. Fucking corporate piece of shit."

Grin changed to smirk on her lips as she grabbed Tank's face and forced him to look into her eyes, which were black with programmed irises that changed shape, and right now, they were showing words like a holobillboard "No" and followed up with "Shit". He then wrested his face away from her.

"Fuck you."

She chuckled before sitting down next to him, placing a hand on his massive fleshy bicep.

"Sorry babe. It must've hard for you to hear that. I forget sometimes how little experience you have of the corporate world we live in. If you have value, they will extort it. You fit the bill of Monster That Can't Be Beat and they're going to milk it for as long as you give them a reason to."

He immediately looked hopeful, blue eyes brighter than they were a second ago when he was all mopey and sad.

"GT, what are you thinking?"

"I'm calling in my favors. Every time I busted heads for you and your kind, you're going to get on the comms and tell them I want an expert in bomb making. I want an expert in hacking. I need transportation. I need guns. As soon as possible. I have to meet with Sephtis to make my next match official, and I'm going to leave there with a goddamn bang."

She growled

"So you're going to kill yourself."

She slapped him across his face, which hurt, but less than that muscled bitch when she hit him and tenderized his abdomen like it was meat she was going to consume.

"You frelling idiot!"

Her voice was raised, but it was still as if she was whispering to him. He looked angry, not at her, but it was his anger and determination to no longer be used like a tool, as if that was all he was good for in life: making some corporate fat cat money and ruining something he loved.

"You know what? Fine. I'll do it. If you don't make it back in one piece, if I don't see you again, then at least we had our fun. I'll remember you for the big loveable lug you were. Not the imbecile you became. It'll all be done prepped for you the day of. Don't contact me again unless you somehow miraculously get out safe. Get out of my fucking bar."

It wasn't really hers, but he understood, taking a shot of tequila before leaving to go home. For several days, he'll have to get his mind ready. His mind straight on this one simple goal:

Destroy the Sephtis Compound.


"So, GT. Your next fight will be in two months. Your opponent is going to be the same woman, but we're gonna give her a few modifications. Seems like it's time for your fall."

He looked at Mr. Sephtis

"Sir?"

The massive man chuckled, lighting an expensive cigar, taking a deep drag, then expelling a cloud of smoke into the air before turning to face Ghost Tank.

"You think I am going to keep a fucking moping little bitch like you around as my Champion? Fuck no. You've outlived your usefulness. When the fight happens, you're going to throw the match. You're going to take a few good hits, sell the punches well, go a couple rounds longer than when she took her dive, but you WILL take a dive. She's going to become the new Champion. It's going to be the Underdog tale of the goddamn century. Like in those old school moving pics, she's going to conquer the Champion that grew too big and felt too entitled to lose. We'll make as much money as you did when you beat the champ and claimed that title of yours."

GT stood up, he looked down at his arms, clenching his fists, and he felt as if something in him snapped. As if someone else was running his body, he pulled off his left arm from its socket, dumping out several items from the large forearm, a gun handle that began to unfold and became a massive platinum colored magnum that he shot straight into Sephtis's skull, who had a smile still on his face.

As Ghost Tank grabbed a fistful of something else, the body of Sephtis disappeared into a cloud of black smoke, as GT walked out, arm once more placed back on, making it functional once more. He tore off the right metal forearm, dumping casings and a small timer to those casings as he filled them with powder and liquid. He placed the arm back on and held whose cases in a string around his neck as he pulled some massive bullets connected to a round clip. He stormed through the compound, killing guard after guard, reaching an elevator, moving to the top of the compound as he heard a helicopter get closer and closer. As he stepped out, he placed his fingers up against a keypad, entering some numbers that shut off the AA guns. He tore open the doors of the elevator as he toss the necklace inside, pushing a button to make the elevator go down, before shooting the thick cables as he runs to the roof, jumping onto a skid as he listened to the explosion happening deep inside the building, until the explosion caused a chain reaction through the compound, until the landing area cracked first, which showed massive bright orange coloring as if the sun was down in that compound, before a shower of concrete happened, as if it was a volcano that had just erupted in the middle of New Chicago.

The life of Ghost Tank from that point on, was a story that he was able to craft without corporate strings attached, although many corporate hit squads would chase him until his death at the old age of 127.

~The Present~

Oswald felt his forehead, chuckling softly to himself, seeing nothing. Only to be seen grinning wide as the camera faded to black.

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"So, you get to see a glimpse of an alternate future of mine. A man so split between himself, that he doesn't know that one's just a figment of his own imagination, and the other is the real him. He destroyed his own creation out of his spite for one one piece of his multiple personalities. Why do you think it was so fucking easy for him to do all that with such ease as if there was no actual security there?

Onto the match, shall we? Where the only person I give a shit on my opponent's team, is Morbid motherfuckin' Angel.

Morbid fuckin' Angel. It's been a while since we were on the opposite sides of the ring from one another. You've changed, but as have I. You've aimed for the light, I have aimed for the dark. You're still as entertaining as always. The problem I have, is that you so easily threw me away as if I was a no one. Now, I may not be a Uni champ, or any of the accolades you have, but I do have a better one. A win over you. Now, I can that me not mentioning your teammates will most likely bite me in the ass, but I want to give my team the benefit of the doubt. I want to believe that in their good little hearts, is a warrior, a fighter that is yelling out your team, and that warrior will collapse upon your team. They can talk about your team. I will focus solely on you, as I feel you're pretty much the only threat on your team.

Don't you miss your Dick Collecting days? Don't you miss the days when you were actually good at this wrestling thing?

Nah, I bet you don't.

We'll see each other in the ring again, Morbs. We're going to settle this score. We're gonna show this world what two fucking behemoths clashing will look like. No one is ready for our meeting. We're going to beat the ever living fuck out of one another and it will be the most enjoyable, most fun moment in the entire show. We're going to be on YouTube clips, we're going to be the one thing in this Pay-Per-View that everyone will find enjoyment out of. Fuck the other wrestlers. It's only you, and me and it will be absolutely glorious.

The rest of your teammates can go fuck off. They can play with mine. Just you and me. That's what I want. I want to fuck you up, because just simply beating you is not enough. I want to break you, because this fed only needs one person that can wreck people's shit as hard as we can and that one person?

ME!"

The camera then fades to black as shadows begin to rise and consume Oswald and the camera.