The Monster cleans himself up backstage, getting rid of the shit and lube that had been smeared onto him.

Don't know why he wants to face me.

He felt himself still bleeding from his match, and he decided to let the medical staff look over him, fix him up as it were. Though, how long the wounds would stay closed, would be uncertain. Then again, he's always been a quick healer. What would take a normal man weeks to heal up, he would heal within the week.

Frodo, my friend. Why do you wish to face me? I've done nothing to you. Or are you an obstacle in my path, to make sure I stay strong, to make sure I'm ready for what comes?

No matter. You were the first friend. The first to befriend the crazed monster that is Ghost Tank. Could you have been using me?

Probably.

But I guess I will see in the future, from any promo work you throw at me.

Know this: Friend or not, I will overcome. I will win. And I will, unfortunately, have to add you to the body count as I attain higher status in the XWF.