The first image that appears is a dimly lit room, in the middle is a stool. The next second, the large figure of Ghost Tank appears. His dyed green hair disheveled, head hanging low, a sharp laugh sounding out, before his head snaps to look forward, then tilting to the left. The contacts he wears making the left eye look neon green, and the right be completely blacked out. He speaks low, voice raspy and deep...

A Battle Royal? My first official match...is a Battle Royal. Good. Why good? Because my opponents are many, and they will know fear. Whomever lasts with me, isn't going to be a friend. I have no allies. I need no allies.

He then stands up quickly, the stool kicked hard into the darkness as he yells out

I DON'T NEED ANYONE! I AM A MONSTER! I AM THE SOUND THAT SUMMONS THE FEELING OF DREAD WHEN YOU ARE ALL ALONE!

He then sits down upon the ground, legs crossing under one another. His head hanging down as he speaks once more,

You are all in a ring with a beast that will rend you limb from limb. You are all stuck in a ring with something YOU WILL NEVER COMPREHEND! There will be no second person. I will destroy whoever stands with me at the end, and they will know fear. They will know me. If you value your body and mind, your sanity, you will eliminate yourself the moment the match begins. All of you. Because if none of you do, I will hurt you. I will not be sorry. The pain will do you good. Just listen to the screams. LISTEN TO THEM!

He then began to yell out, as if in pain, while his hands clawed at his own flesh, causing red streaks as the screen goes black. The next image being a close up of his green eye, moving wildly, as if searching for someone, while a dark, haunting laugh filled the air and the image begins to fade to black slowly.