Tank

I feel Sensation and I have very similar tastes in music. Kendrick!

I just wanna put out there that we're doing well guys. Everything seems to be coming together nicely, we have nice feuds brewing, more rookies everyday! We need to keep pushing, we can make Turmoil massive! And we're gonna ride this train all the way to the Lution main event! Keep up the good work everybody. I look forward to working with more of you in the future.

I think an IC title would be better. As far as I know, I haven't seen man other tag teams on Turmoil. Making tag title now would be silly, but an IC title! That'd be great.

Once again Charlie is on the hunt for Tank, this time in a county jail. It seems he was able to speak to the warden and talk him into an exclusive interview. Charlie approaches the jailed man in the yard, walking towards him tentatively as it seems he's making a deal with another inmate. The two exchange a few packs of cigarettes, only for Tank to turn his head and spot the interviewer. Tank: Charlie! Ya came to see me! Come sit on down! Charlie takes a seat next to Tank, obviously a bit skittish. Charlie: So Tank, you've been inside for about a week now, how do you feel about everything that went down? Do you think you went overboard on Bradley? Tank: I feel great! Ah yea! Jackson losing at the Clash, Bradley's in the hospital, and I'm surrounded by a bunch of my fans! Charlie: Your fans? Tank: What? Don't think convicts watch pro wrestling? Most of these guys know who I am, so I haven't gotten any guff. Even signed a few autographs. A couple of packs of cigarettes here and there. If I didn't have business to take care of, I might just stay here. Charlie: Well, seems like everything worked out for you. Tank: Yea, 'cept for two things. I haven't wrestled in almost two weeks. I need to get back in the ring, all these guys here wanna see it. Plus... I need to become the Turmoil champion. Charlie: Bold words there Tank. I'm sure you've heard about what's going on? Tank: Yea I did. And I got a message for Monty. Tank looks into the camera with a serious look, smirking a bit as if he can see right into the eyes of who he was speaking to. Tank: Listen Monty. I may have beaten you down and torched your ride, but Kassidy Hayes isn't the right guy for the belt. You're gonna have a shot at him before I do. I've faced you before Monty and I gotta tell you, you're one tough SOB. That being said, you better win this thing they have going on. You better beat the ever lovin' outta that Twilight Sparkle lookin' mother F***er. Cause winnin' the championship would be sweet, but seeing you flat on your back while I'm given the title would make it all the sweeter. I know what you want, you want revenge. So come and get it.... But get that title first. Cause Win, Lose, or Draw... I want what you want.... to beat the hell out of each other. Charlie put this down as fact, cause I said it. Monty, win the title, and two pay per views from now, get your revenge on me... Whatever match you want, how ever extreme it gets.... Doesn't matter. And Kassidy if you beat him... I want a shot at you. You ain't nothin' special, just another stepping stone under my feet. You're worse than Bradley. You're the type that plays DnD and gets off to Lord Of The Rings. I'm comin' for that belt, and I don't care who I have to steam roll to get it.

It's not a feud with Bradley. Just an argument. At the end of the day we cannot forget that our characters are people with their own issues and bills to pay. Tell me, if you worked for a 12 hour shift, got all beat up, and then told you won't be paid, how would you react? I just thought that to myself, if my boss didn't pay me, even though I worked I would be pissed, Tank is an over exaggeration of this sentiment.

Hmmm, maybe I didn't write this the correct way... I guess people think Tank is in the woods in his first segment. He's in the parking lot of Turmoil, calling Jackson's bike "Kindling." So when Tank drove off, it's completely plausible for Tank to simply circle the block, park somewhere else, then walk back in and assault Bradley. The angle is simply this, Tank is indeed a heel. He's not trying to be liked. He's trying to be a Thug. The bully. So it doesn't matter who exactly he's beating, it's the way he's beating them.

Why don't I have a match at all?

Tank is out back smoking a cigarette on his down time the night after Turmoil. He gives off a sickening chuckle and a wince as he holds his ribs, obvious signs that the fight against B-17 last night hurt him more then he'd care to admit. As Tank sits there chuckling and smoking, a familiar face shows up, microphone in hand as he approaches the beast that is Tank. Charlie: Excuse me, Mr. Tank? I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on what happened last night? Tank: Oh just shut the hell up and get on with it Charlie, can't ya see I'm a busy man? Charlie gives off a nervous chuckle then looked down to his notepad. Charlie: Well to get things started, what do you think of B-17 now that you and him had such a match last night? I mean, the man as beaten up as he was, jumped from the top rope, and put you through a table! Tank: Well... I gotta say, it takes a certain type to catch a beatin' and get up to take on a monster like myself. I mean at no point was I worried about losing, but congratulations kid, you almost gained my respect for a second there. For your own safety though, stay out of the ring with me 'cause next time, I'll finish it. Charlie: And what about the two men who attacked him after the match? Care to comment? Tank: I don't know nothin' Tank would give a smirk, chuckling a bit to Charlie, giving him a sadistic look. Charlie shuddered in fear, only to move on with his questions. Charlie: So what about what Jackson had to say after the match? Does it worry you at all? Tank: Worry me? What? "I'm gonna show you how to dismantle a tank?" He said mockingly, laughing even louder as he flicked his cigarette away. Monty, Monty, Monty.... Didn't I make it clear you shouldn't get in my way? Didn't I show you last week and last night what happens to people who wanna test me? They catch a beatin'. If you want me, here I am, come find me. Or better yet, Mr. Sensation, why not give us a match at Clash? Or are you too scared that Jackson and I are gonna outshine your Divas Champion Pugh? Charlie: Well, strong words... One final question, What do you think about Bradley telling you and B you weren't gonna be paid for your match last night? Tank's eyes widen as he reaches beside him and takes out a tire iron. He looks it over a bit and even swings it downward hard into the pavement, sending a chunk of the concrete he was sitting on flying off. Tank: Bradley.... Listen here you pansy... To quote one of my favorite movies "Messin' with my money is like playin' with my emotions." If you know what's good for you... You had better pay me... Or I'ma come see you. And I promise you will never work a day in your life again fairy. And with that Tank rose to his feet and walked off to the parking lot, getting into his truck, and drives off like a bat out of hell. What was in store for Turmoil? Would Tank get his match? Is Bradley gonna take the hint? Find out next time.

I think Riot has what 4 titles now? All 4 of which seems to not be able to be brought over to Turmoil... Ain't that about a bitch..

Both those kickouts are legit.

Alight you two, settle ya panties now. How are ya legs feeling Monty? Still numb? I wonder if you can see straight yet. I gotta say for a big tough looking guy, you squeal like a little girl after beatin'. If you and ya boyfriend here wanna get your teeth knocked in then come and get some.

I ain't scared of you or Jackson. What? Want a couple chair shots like your buddy got?

A day or so later, the camera crew once again catches up with Tank as he is setting up his gear in the locker room. Charlie quickly moves in and starts in on Tank. Charlie: Tank! Good to see you again! Tank: The hell is wrong with you? Can't you see I just got here? Can't a guy grab a bite before you leeches swarm me? Charlie gives off a nervous chuckle, only to proceed with his questions. Charlie: It's just been announced that you and Seth Morrison are going be in a tournament match. Any thoughts? Tank: Never heard of the guy. Guess I can give him a few choice words. Charlie: And those are? Tank: I hope you watched Turmoil and saw what I did to Monty. Nothing personal seeing as I don't know ya, but that's what you're getting into here man. You step in that ring with me Seth and you're catchin' a beatin'. Plain and simple. Charlie only nods to this, thinking over his next question for a minute or two before speaking. Charlie: What are your thoughts on OCW after being here for a week? Anything you'd like to see change? Any words for Mr. Bradley? Tank: Hmmmm well let's see. It seems to me that the guys here are afraid to really get their hands dirty. I watched the matches before and after mine. I think the others in this tournament need to step it up. Granted I give props to Sheldon Vs. Strider. Those guys really impressed me with how much they were willing to put on the line to win. Gotta respect that kinda wanton abandon for your own safety. Charlie: And as for my other questions? Tank: I'd like to see some more hardcore wrestling. I grew up in Pennsylvania, home of ECW. Hell we're in Chiraq of all places. I think a little more blood and guts is what this crowd wants. As for Mr. Bradley.... Well I'll save some of what I wanna say to him for Turmoil this week. For right now I'll say this. One belt is good, but where's our IC title? Where's our hardcore title? Why in the hell are you letting those KKK idiots run amok around here? And this last one is for Ron Portman. You need someone interesting for your show? Gimmie a call. Charlie: Anything else you want to add? Tank: Yea, that Jimmy Henry guy... Someone put Rudy out of his misery. With that Tank would close and lock up his locker and head off outside to enjoy some of that cold Chicago air.

It's been a day or so since the match on Turmoil and a lone interviewer moves in on Tank as he's slipping into his Ford Explorer. Interviewer: Tank! Hey Tank! Wait up! Tank at first tries to ignore the guy, but the constant shouting of his name annoys him to the point where he turns around and snarls at the guy. Tank: What the hell do ya want? The man shudders a bit in fear, only to bring the microphone to his mouth. Interviewer: Tank, can you explain your actions from Turmoil this week? I mean what happened? Was it frustration? The OCW wants to know. Tank scoffed a bit and shrugged before reaching into his truck and taking out a cigarette. He'd light up and grin that same sick grin as before. Tank: It wasn't frustration, wasn't anything too deep. Jackson was on the rise, I wanted to knock him down a peg. So I kicked his ass. Interviewer: But most would say it's unsportsmanlike conduct. Tank: Yea well most aren't in the same business as me and Monty are. All of us here on Turmoil are here for one thing. That damned belt. To be a champion you gotta take out the competition right? I did say Win, lose, or draw he wasn't walking out of that ring didn't I? Ya see there... Um... Well I'll call ya Charlie. Ya see Charlie, I'm a man of my word. I go out and kick ass. Win, lose, or draw I'm gonna be the champ. The rest of these guys here are nothing more than stepping stones. Charlie: My name's actually Ger.. Tank raises an eyebrow, daring the man to continue his sentence. Charlie: But Charlie is good too.... Well guess that brings me to my next question. How do you feel about your new boss? Tank: He seems a little fruity to me... But hey as long as he knows what he's doing I ain't got a problem with him. Charlie: So when can we expect to see you again? Tank: Real soon... Headed off to the next arena now. If Jackson is smart, he won't be there.

I loved Strider Vs. Sheldon. Great technical match with so many different fun spots.

The large man sat in the locker room thinking over the recent call to put him up against J. Montgomery. A bead of sweat rolled down the man's brow as the nervousness set in for the match, being his first he wonder how will I perform? Can I even win this? Or is the OCW just looking for me to ob to this guy? Just then what seemed to be a new interviewer stepped into the room with a sly smile, mic in hand as he moved to sit next to Mr. Williams. Interviewer: So Tank is it? You're going against Mr. Montgomery for Turmoil 106. What are your thoughts? Tank: My thoughts.... Hmm.... Really I wish I had something insightful to tell ya, wish I had a big long story to tell you about how I want this to go, or how I see myself winning. The truth is, I don't know if I can. But I can promise one thing. Monty... I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to put your career at risk. I'm going to smash your skull against whatever I can, drive whatever I can into the joints of your knees and elbows, throw you off of whatever high place I can find. Tank would give the gentleman sitting across from him his own smile, this one a more twisted one, the thoughts of the pain given and received only making the young man excited inside. Tank: Win, lose, or draw I can promise one thing and one thing only. You're not walking out of the arena by yourself, you're not getting out of bed the next day by yourself, and you're not chewing food for a month. With that Tank would get up and walk away, being alone with just his thoughts.