The video opens with Ghost Tank gathering his things, preparing to leave Chicago, soon Alvald's voice would ring out from behind the camera,

Mister Tank, I got word from Mister Shane about next weeks Warfare card.

Ghost Tank turns around, looking at the camera, then moves over to the large dresser off to the side of the large bed, resting against the burned wall. The dresser looked somewhat burned itself, but not by much. He opens the top drawer, and begins to toss pairs of black socks on to the bed, followed by several pairs of black silk boxer-briefs. He then closed that drawer, opened the second one and began tossing pairs of black pants at the bed.

Uh, Mister Tank?

Ghost Tank slammed the second drawer, looking to the camera, growling loudly before speaking, almost snapping at Alvald

JUST FUCKING TELL ME WHAT YOU HAVE TO FUCKING SAY, ALVALD!

The video began to shake, and move back slowly,

Uh...uh...um...it's...Oh Jesus...

Ghost Tank hated scaring the little guy, and he let out a sigh, moving close to him and the next thing shown is down Ghost Tank's back,

I'm sorry about that, Alvald. We just have to get going. The King of the Ring Tourney is Monday, and I want to get there sooner than that.

A sniffle is heard, and the camera is brought from around Ghost Tank's back, and Alvald brought it back into place, revealing Ghost Tank, who was slightly lowered, head tilted while smiling slightly,

There we go, buddy. Now, I'm going to keep getting ready. You tell me what the boss said about next week, okay?

Another sniffle, the camera moving up and down, and Alvald's voice sounded out again,

He said that next Wednesday Warfare, you are to be in a Tag Team match with Kinwrathi as your partner. Your opponents for this match will be Morbid Angel and Peter Gilmour, the current King of the Ring.

Ghost Tank stared straight ahead at the camera, mouth open wide as he looked on in shock. It took a minute, but eventually he shook his head and looked like he was in a daze before speaking,

I'm facing...Morbid Angel AND Peter Gilmour!? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!? I'M ON ONE OF THE BEST ROLLS IN MY LIFE AND I HAVE TO FACE THEM!? Oh fuck me! Fuck me good and god damn hard!

The camera tilts a bit, then moves back into position before Alvald speaks as Ghost Tank goes over to the bed and flips the entire bed onto its side,

But, sir, your partner is Kinwrathi. Don't you know him? Or at least of him?

Ghost Tank looks over to the camera and shouts

NO I FUCKING DON'T! ALVALD!

Ghost Tank brings his hands up, then pushes down at the air from his chest as he lets out a heavy exhale, then inhales deeply, only to slowly exhale before speaking,

Is Kinwrathi any good?

Alvald, and by association the camera, nod before speaking up once more,

He's supposed to be pretty good, Mister Tank. I've heard that apart from a few others, he's probably one of the best partners you can have against Mister Morbid Angel and Mister Peter Gilmour.

Ghost Tank lets out a soft sigh, then smiled and moved back to the dresser,

Okay then. So, let's get back to packing Alvald. We can't miss our flight, alright?

The nod happened once more, and the camera started to fade to black while Alvald walked away, only for Ghost Tank to let out a loud yell as it fades,

GODDAMMIT! ALVALD! I THINK THAT FUCKING DWARF TOOK MY FAVORITE PAIR OF BOXERS! WHAT THE FUCK!