Ghost Tank growled out loud. He is seen sleeping in his massive bed, with Alysia next to him, snuggling against his large body. He began to move in his sleep.


He shook himself awake, and Alysia looked at him, sleepy eyed and spoke in that soft, sweet voice of hers,

Ozzy, are you okay?

He looked at her, smiling.

I'm fine, sweetheart. Thank you for asking. I'm going to go out, all right? Train some for my match. You keep dreaming of your perfect wedding, okay? When you wake up, I'll want to see what you have in store for me.

He chuckled, giving her a soft yet passionate kiss. As they pulled apart, she smiled sweetly and closed her eyes. He slid out of their bed and walked to his closet, grabbing the contact case from the top, which held the Sclera contacts, blacking out his eyes. He then pulled out a black tank top, black pants, which didn't show the neon green GT on its thighs. He then slid on black socks and black combat boots. He turned his head to look over a shoulder, as he grabbed the skull mask and slid it upon his face and walked out of their bedroom. Walked through hallways of the burned looking mansion. His shoulder length black dyed hair was damp from waking up from the what seemed like a nightmare. Ghost Tank walked to his trophies, the vials of blood, placing the necklace around his neck. He walked out of his house, locking it back up so that his wife to be is safe. He then walked onto the nearby city streets of Chicago. He would hear the sirens echoing through the city, the sound of trains going upon the tracks above him. He would hear a cry for help, it sounded like a cry from a woman, so he ran across the pavement, and as he was nearing the source, he leaped onto a near light post, climbing it to the top and looking into the alleyway, and though the contacts darkened his sight some, he could see a man holding a gun, another holding the woman with one arm, and he was moving his other arm down, ripping at her elegant gown, aiming to get her naked so his friend can rape her. Ghost Tank leaped to the ground, landing only a foot away from the gun holder. He would speak out in a growl

I...am Death. You have found yourself upon my list of souls to reap.

The man with the gun turned around and immediately would feel Ghost Tank's hands upon the arm, using his power to crunch the bones in the massive hands, then snapping it, pushing his elbow the other way it's supposed to, before dropping his now limp and unusable arm. He tried to kick Ghost Tank, who let it happen, and because of the solidity of his muscled body, the man felt pain. Ghost Tank grabbed the man's leg and tossed him into nearest wall, causing a sickening amount of cracks, and the man slid down the ground, lifeless and bleeding. His partner pulled out his own gun, only for him to feel the force of Ghost Tank's punch to his jaw, with what seemed like the force of several anvils, and causing the jawbone to be broken and dislocated. He slammed into the opposite wall, and still tried to aim the gun at him, only for Ghost Tank to punch up under the man's hand, breaking his wrist and the bones in the pinkie side of his hand, causing him to drop the gun. Soon after, he would slam a knee hard into the man's gut, causing him to projectile vomit, not just his dinner but also blood. Ghost Tank then wailed on him, and soon, he too slid to the ground lifeless and broken, bleeding. The woman looked at the horrific scene around her, but she looked at Ghost Tank, smiling sheepishly

T-thank you, mister.

Ghost Tank approached her, grinning with evil intentions and with his massive right hand he snatched her by the throat,

You shouldn't thank me...for you are also upon Death's list.

He took his free hand and placed it upon her head, with her gagged screams, eyes widened with terror, and yanking her head hard, snapping her neck. He dropped her to the ground and leaped onto the nearby fire escape on the side of the building, and climbed up and up until he reached the roof. He smiled as he looked down, then walked across the rooftop, leaping with ease to the next building. He used the rooftops to reach to his house, leaping to a nearby light post, and slid down the pole. Once back on concrete, he walked to his home, sliding off the mask opened the door and closed his home up without incident. He went back to his bedroom, took his clothes off and placed the necklace on the shelf above where he hung the clothes. He slipped back into bed, pulling Alysia close. He smiled as he fell asleep and the scene fades to black.

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Rebecca Lewis. You are right to call me a monster. You have no clue how true it is. I am the beast under the bed, I am the thing hiding in your closet, waiting for you to close your eyes and then I catch you and eat every inch of you. I am on this earth to cause pain, and I will receive any amount of pain you can dish out and still come after you.

As for what you think I am going to talk about? No. No I will not talk about my strength. I will not talk about my agility. I am not going to talk about how I am stronger than a woman, because I know women can beat men, with the right motivation, the right moves. Women are capable of great feats. However, don't count on it this time. You see, I have something to prove, more than you do. More than your partner does. I need to win this match, I need to destroy your team. So, when you face me, you can expect one thing: pain.

What you all still don't understand, is that I do not fear my mortality. I have tasted blood. I have murdered. I promised the Ex-Dubbayew-Eff the Pale Rider...I promised I would become Death. Rebecca Lewis and your partner Tom Griff, are upon Death's list. I wish I could change it, but unfortunately the Fates have told me, have written upon the List, and they have said your souls shall be reaped.

Death, the Destroyer of Worlds, comes for you. Will you be able to stop him? Will you be able to escape Death like only a few have done? We shall see, won't we, Rebecca and Tom. I look forward to your responses.

The video fades to black.