The video starts with the sight of a younger man, his age being about fifteen. His hair short and spiky, but even at this age, he towers over the others in the makeshift ring. A ringing of the bell, and it is off to the races, as the large boy charges his opponent. His opponent, barely standing taller than five feet five inches, sidesteps him with ease, and the larger teen rams into the turnbuckle. What consists of a crowd, basically parents and high school friends, cheer for the sidestep, cheer for the smaller teen. This made the bigger teen yell out at the "crowd"

SHUT UP!
You suck!
DON'T MAKE ME COME OUT THERE!

That is when the smaller boy runs up behind the taller one and goes to pin him via school boy roll-up. That is when the ref slides into position, a kid about the same age and begins to count out loud

ONE! TWO! TH-

The bigger teen kicked out, and all three rolled away from each other.

OH COME ON! THAT COUNT WAS TOO SLOW!

That is when the ref moved to the side of the ring, and could be heard telling the person to shut up or he'll be asked to leave. While the ref was busy, the taller boy took advantage, and raked his opponent's eyes, then kicked him in the gut. By the time the ref turned around, the taller boy had his arms around the smaller one's waist and hoisted him up into the air. That is when the smaller boy began punching the other, and after a few more punches, it caused the bigger teen to fall back, making him fall onto his back while the other teen sat there and the ref slid to get another count

ONE! TWO! TH-

That is when the bigger teen used all of his strength to toss the smaller one, causing him to fly into the ropes. However the smaller teen landed with ease on the ropes, waiting for the taller teen to get up. Once that teen stood up, the smaller one would jump off the ropes, only to be caught by the taller teen who held him up and then pushed hard, causing the smaller teen to go flying into the air, his arms and legs flailing. As he was coming down, the taller teen moved into a sideways position, which caused the smaller teen to land hard on the broad shoulder of the taller teen, only to be flipped and landing on the larger teen's knee back first. The entire crowd, from adult to teen spoke in unison

OOOOHHH!! THAT'S GOTTA HURT!

The tall teen slid the smaller one onto the ground, and pinned him, the ref starting to count

ONE! TWO! TH-

The smaller teen couldn't kick out with the same authority, but he managed to break the count. That is when the larger teen grabbed him by the hair, bent him over and brought his hands around the kid's waist, bringing him up onto his shoulders, gripping tightly. He then slammed the smaller teen down into the mat, but that wasn't it, he did it again, and again, and again. He then slammed him hard into the middle of the ring, and walked over to a corner and climbed to the top. He faced away from his opponent, who was barely moving in the middle, while the large teen jumped off the top turnbuckle, performing a moonsault on to the smaller teen. He covered the kid, the ref slid into position once more, and began to count

ONE! TWO! THREE!!!

That is when the larger teen stood up, the ref raised his hand and yelled out,

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WINNER AND NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, GHOOOOOST TAAAAAANK!

The crowd began booing, tossing cans of soda and bags of popcorn at the ring. As Ghost Tank continued to celebrate, the video fades to black. It then re-opens, but shows the Monster as he is now, and began chuckling.

That was me, back in, I think, 96? Sounds about right. Unfortunately, only I went on to make something of myself. I've also become bigger, stronger, and slightly more crazy. It's pretty much the only footage I could find from my youth. Dearest Jill, this city is where you will come to understand me. Leading up to our match, you will be walking my streets, will be staying in my hotels. You speak about the biblical story of David and Goliath. Much like JACK compared me to Grendel and his team as Beowulf, Goliath wishes he was me. Goliath wishes he could have had my power, my speed!

Ghost Tank laughed loudly, but then in a millisecond, looked as serious as he ever has, and began to shriek his next words out

GOLIATH WISHES HE HAD BEEN AS CRAZED AND AS DERANGED AS I AM!

He laughed once more, grinning wide, revealing those blackened teeth as he spoke regularly once more

Jill, on Wednesday, you face no ordinary man. You face me. I am on the hunt, Jill. I am around every corner. I am in every shadow. There is no place you can hide in Chicago, that I cannot find you at. At Warfare, you will find that the Beast has caught your scent, and once he does, it means your end...

He could be seen sniffing the air, and while it pained him, he seemed to show no sign of it,

Mmm, du riechst so gut, Jill

He chuckled softly, before speaking again

Let me know when you begin to hear the screams, Jill. Because until Warfare, all I will hear is your screams, all I will smell is you, all I will taste on Wednesday, is victory. Jill, so you know what you're going up against, I wish to show you.

That is when he picked something up off the floor, out of sight, and lifted what he picked up to show the camera. It is a pair of scissors. He then cut one end of the stitches on his face, and began to pull on the loose ends, until all of the stitching was gone, and the barely healed flesh opened up, and he began to bleed from the skin re-opening

Jill, if you have been paying attention, I do not care about my own pain. I do not care if I bleed. If I did, I would be resting until the King of the Ring tournament, letting my wounds heal. However, as you can see, I am not letting myself heal up. I am going into Warfare already looking as if I've gone through hell and back, and it is because I have. I have walked on hot coals, I have laid belly first on ice then crawled along it. You face something that no one can understand. You face a thing of nightmares, of fears. You face a new breed of Beast, a new kind of Monster. So, good night, dear Beauty. I hope you have pleasant dreams, because they will be the last good ones you have for a very, very, very long time.

He began to laugh, the sound being one that could make most of the toughest spines shiver, make even the most steely nerved feel some pang of fear as the visual faded to black, and the neon green words began to flash on the screen.

Can You HearThe Screams?