The video opens up on Ghost Tank, after his match with Jill. He stands outside her dressing room, and the first thing that happens is he looks to the cameraman and growls low, like some kind of wild animal, making sure none crossed into his territory. This caused the camera to back up, and the sound of Alvald's voice rang out from down the hall,

Mister Tank! He's just doing his job! I know why he is here!

Ghost then looked over to the scrawny male that has been his cameraman for almost all of October, as he ran. Once Alvald was near, he spoke again

Mister GT, he's here to ask you about the King of the Ring Tournament.

The camera moves up and down before steadying, and Ghost Tank let out a soft huff, crossing his arms over his chest,

Well then. Let's start with my match. I face two very skilled individuals. One is Gein, or rather Mickey "The Martyr" Manson. His first match here in XWF saw him dominate the entirety of Victory Forever. He was a one man wrecking crew! Even though his team lost, he put on the most impressive display of ability I've ever witnessed. If I had come to the XWF and my first match was at the Pay-Per-View, and I dominated like he did, I wouldn't care about the loss. My beating the fuck out of my opponents the way I did, would have made me happy. However, I have to say, he still isn't me. Where he beat the shit out of his opponents, I destroyed mine. I broke the Knight, and as we have seen, he is still feeling the effects of my spear. Kessler was taken out just as easily. JACK was speared with him. While I didn't take a fall off the roof, I had multiple open wounds on my body, and I bled all over those rings, all over that cage, all over my opponents, before I finally succumbed to the void. Mickey, we're both in The Asylum. It's not right how we have to face each other like this. I feel bad for us, Mickey. You're going to try hard, but unless you join me in beating out Frodo, you'll have to face myself and the one and I would say only, except he has a clone, Frodo.

Frodo, in this match, Mickey and I are not the favorites to win. I know that. You've had what looks like a long and illustrious career here in XWF. However, that's the problem. You've been here for a long time. We are fresh. We are more hungry for our wins. You seem to believe that you're going to win our match. For what reason? Do you think it's because you're the veteran, that it instantly means you'll win? You're a funny man, but so is your clone. Your clone, by the way, which has been outshining you. While you were off galavanting around because of your honeymoon, Simon has been showing that he's better than you, in every way. He's more talented in the ring and he's more talented vocally. I bet even your wife wants to ride his dick up and down the streets because he's so much better than you. Oh, and Frodo, you make fun of me all you want. I find it quite hilarious. I'm fat? That's original. It just shows how blind you really are. I also liked the "Jolly Asperger'd Giant". Cute. I'm glad I get to face you. Because you will know what this Giant, this mountain of muscle, has in store. I will destroy you, Frodo. It's the truth. It's a promise. You will leave, with Mickey, on stretchers. You will fall at my feet, and you will be pinned. Will it be easy? Of course not. I will be the underdog, even though everyone should have been watching out for me. The first time you spoke about the tourney, what was it you said? "I'm going to knock them both out"? I know you heard yourself, but, did you watch War Games? Do you not know the kind of hell you're in for? Don't be like Team Azrael, Frodo. Don't write me off so easily. Because if you did catch War Games while on your honeymoon, then you should have seen what happens to opponents of mine when they ignore me. When they don't consider me a threat. I turn them into jellied masses when I break their bodies. At the end of the match, I will be the one moving on to round two, and you won't be able to do a damn thing with your wife until you rest up. Oh, and Frodo, or your clone, Simon, whichever one of you interfered in my match with Jill, I want you to know something: If you ever decide to interfere again, I won't make it so that it's just a little while before you can fuck your wife. Oh no, I'll make sure you never get to fuck again.

Sorry...

Ghost Tank raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up to the camera, only to turn his hand and make it a thumbs down while letting out a growl before speaking

Not sorry.

He chuckled and opened the door to look in on Jill, and it seemed like she was fine, so he spoke to her,

We will have to meet again some day, Jill. Maybe as people, instead of competitors. You put on a great match against me, though. And I am sorry for what that jackass or his clone, did. Feel better, my beloved Beauty. Your Beast will remember you fondly.

Then he closed the door and began walking away, while talking to the following cameraman, and Alvald following behind them

Round two, will see me facing either Maverick, or Knight. Let me talk about Maverick first, however.

Maverick, you call yourself the "Avatar of Perfection". You know nothing about being perfect. I've seen what your opponents have said about you. I've seen what you've said about yourself. I don't care if you lie, I don't care if you speak the truth. If you're the Avatar of Perfection, then I am the Avatar of Destruction. In my wake, I bring ruin. Those I face are never the same again. Can you say the same? I highly doubt it. You can only say how "perfect" you are, when that's probably the worst lie in the history of the human record, and I'm including religion here. So you know just how you rate in terms of being a liar. You outrank religious text, created to destroy and profit from mankind's stupidity and feelings of being inadequacy. It's truly amazing. Time to move on.

Aerial Knight. My opponent at War Games. Knight, how you feeling buddy? Still hurting? Should probably take some time off, go get yourself checked by some doctors. X-rays and the like. Because I know what's happening to your body right now. I felt it when I speared you. If you don't get checked, and continue to wrestle, you may end up ruining your own career! Especially if we face each other again. Sadly, it won't be in a cage, so I can break you a second time, but you will feel my power again. No matter if it's you or Maverick I face in this round, I will be the victor, and I will be going to round three.

Round three, now this will be my second toughest match of the night aside from the actual challenge of round one. Round three will be another rookie, Justin Sane. The man who claims all the glory for our win at War Games. But what did he do exactly? He beat up Azrael in a three on one attack. Hell, he barely got any hits in during the entire match! The only reason he's somewhere is because of Evertrust. For some reason, Evertrust chose Sane to be his tag team partner. I will always wonder why. Why choose him, Evertrust? Why would you choose someone who is, granted, a bit talented, when you could have chosen me? Why would you choose someone lesser, when you could have had someone as destructive, as dominant as me? Because Sane is going to be in need of being carried. It's sad, really. He was carried by me during War Games, and he'll be carried by you. Sane is impressive, but so is a gorilla that learns sign language and carries out conversations. Sane is nothing compared to me. By round three, I will have beaten two and a half men, and when round three is nearing its end, I will have beaten another half a man to make three. When I pin you, Sane, I will have put an end to anything you have had to say. You're not special, you're talented enough, you're just...you, and I'm, well...me. I am the Beast that destroyed Team Azrael, that gave you your chance to shine in the first place. It was off my blood you profited, and when we face each other in round three, I will be coming to collect every bloodied cent out of your body. I will pin you, I will move on to the finals, and you will be nothing more than an airbag that continued to fill up with his own ego, until finally he faced the New Kind of Monster, and that Leviathan grabbed the pompous airbag and popped the wind out of him.

Now, let's talk about possible opponents for the crown I will inevitably win, shall we? There's either Doctor Louis D'ville, Gator, or Tony Santos. Since he's at the top of the brackets, I'll talk about the good Doctor first.

Doctor Louis D'ville. I find you quite interesting. Your insistence that we have a talk, so you can "help" me, greatly amuses me. Do I look like I need help, Doctor? Do I look like someone who has fallen on hard times? Do I look like a fool? I am a passionate Beast, my friend, I am quick to temper, but I'm quick to calm myself. However, you have a problem with me. You do not know it yet, but your problem is getting through me to be crowned as the King. Dear Doctor, why do you seek such a title in the first place? Have you had a chance to examine yourself, this, introspection? Why do you seek to be declared something like "King". Won't it mess with your current title? Doctor? Because "King Doctor" sounds sillier than anything else I've heard. Sillier than Tyroil, sillier than Justin Sane. Hell, even my own name is silly to some, until they feel the might I wield. Until they are laying, crushed and made defenseless underneath my foot. Should you be unlucky enough to reach the finals and face me, you will not find yourself crowned a King. You will find yourself destroyed, you will find yourself pinned. I will stand above you and above the rest of the bodies I had to fold in half to get to the crown. The Doctor will need a medical team when I am finished with him.

Next is Gator. To you, I wonder. What is it you hope to gain at the King of the Ring Tournament? You have the T.V. Title, for now. You are the champ for a reason though. Not for very long, but, you're a champion. Do you think that the title of King will make you more well known? Is it because you think King Gator has a nice ring to it? Do you want to know why I'm in this tournament? Actually, this goes to every single one of you in the tournament, and whoever I face: I don't care if I win. I don't care if I lose to Gein or Frodo. I am in this tournament to display my strength, my speed. I am in this tournament to hurt people. Believe me, people will be hurt, badly. If I win the title of King, it's just icing on the cake, whipped cream on a pie. My goal is to run through every single one of you until either I lose, or I win. My goal is to make sure you avoid me, lest you feel my power again. I am a Monster, I am a Beast. Over the weeks since I've come to XWF, I have shown you all the things I will do. The things I can do. I have made sure you have seen what I am all about. At War Games I ran through the majority of Team Azrael. Gator, you were lucky to have been in a different match, because if you paid attention, I am neigh unstoppable. By thinking Frodo is going on to face Sane makes me laugh. As I said to him, I know I'm not the favorite to win, but Frodo isn't going to get past me. I am capable of many feats, Gator. Feats of strength, of agility. I am able to be torn apart, forced to bleed until my body is coated crimson and still come after you or anyone else in my way. I am the Monster everyone sees in horror movies where Evil wins in the end. I know how to hurt you to the point that you ask for mercy, and all I will do is prolong the suffering until I feel like ending it. I know so much, Gator, about how to bring ruin to my enemies. Do you? Do you know how to stop that which is unstoppable? That which can push itself to the brink of its own extinction, just to hurt someone? I guess we'll see, won't we?

And finally, Tony Santos. Mister Santos, I've heard some good things about you. I've heard you will provide a challenge. But honestly? I don't see it. I never will, until you show me what you can do. Have you ever had to face a Nightmare given flesh? Have you ever had to go against someone so strong, someone so fast? I am strong enough to break a steel cage wall from its brother walls. I am fast enough, agile enough, that Aerial Knight could not escape fate. He was destined to feel steel grind into his flesh, into muscle, into his very bones. Santos, if you meet me at the finals for this tournament, you will experience first hand why I call myself a New Breed of Beast, a New Kind of Monster.

As he nears the exit, he turns to look directly into the camera

To all of my opponents and future opponents, know something now. Win or lose, you will never be the same once you face me. You will never be able to look at me and not remember the damage I did to you. After our matches, you all will hear the screams as I do. You all will know like my other opponents have, that the screams belong to you. They belong to you, and they are your screams of pain, your screams of mercy, your screams of futility. After I am finished with you, you will look at me and know exactly what I am by what I bring. "And what exactly do you bring?" You might be asking, and I'll tell you. What I bring, is...

He grinned wide, revealing the blackened teeth,

Annihilation.

He would laugh his eerie and spine-chilling signature laugh as the sight fades to black and the neon green words flash on the screen

Can You HearThe Screams?