The video opens on the poorly lit room, but inside the dim lighting is a ladder, and the video begins to show the ladder, set-up as if in use, and the video then speeds up as it spins around the ladder, only for the video to flash to black, as if someone turned off the light, and then once the feed is back, there is the imposing figure of Ghost Tank, hanging upside down from the ladder, and that now recognizable, hauntingly deep and crazed sounding laughter coming out of him.

I see my other opponents have begun to show...It matters not. They are unworthy.

The next sight is Ghost Tank hanging, limply, barely moving side to side, as if he had just died. His chest did not rise and fall as if he were breathing, his eyes were closed. The camera seeming to hold still on his face, uncomfortably, for minutes. Then a loud, almost Banshee-like scream would sound out, and the source being none other than Ghost Tank, who had opened his eyes wide, revealing the neon green left eye and black, void like right eye.

That, Stone Cold, Cobra Kai, Game Boy, Steven Kessler, and Winchester... is the sound of your sanity, slowly slipping away...

He grinned wide, revealing those disgusting looking blackened teeth,

Stone Cold wants beers... Stone Cold feels he is going to win. Stone Cold... Stone Cold! Stone COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD!

While he spoke, Ghost Tank would begin to sway side to side, and as he began to raise his voice, the swaying became more violent, quicker, the ladder teetering, rocking left and right, almost threatening to tip one way or the other as Ghost Tank continues to yell out

STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD!

On one hard swing, the ladder fell to the left, and GT would swing himself hard enough that as the ladder fell, his body would become right side-up, but in a crouched position, his body perched on the ladder's side, and rolling to it, as if by some mystical force, is several cans of some generic brand of beer, but the can containing it is known for having a particularly hard shell to it, tough to crush by any means. As the cans rolled eerily towards Ghost Tank, he began to pick them up and slamming them vertically against his forehead as Ghost Tank continues to call out Stone Cold's name. By the third beer can, blood began joining alcohol, pouring down his face,

STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD!

After the sixth can is slammed and crushed, his face had become a crimson mask, and flowing from his face was a small stream of blood, down onto the ladder. The disturbing laugh that can only come from this sick, twisted creature, began to sound out, the camera watching Ghost Tank laughing heartily, only to begin singing , in an eerie and slow manner, choice parts of Ich Tu Dir Weh,

Du blutest für mein Seelenheil... Ein kleiner Schnitt und du wirst geil... Der Körper schon total entstellt... Egal erlaubt ist was gefällt. Ich tu dir weh... Tut mir nicht leid... Das tut dir gut... Hör wie es schreit.

He then fell forward off his perch, landing onto his hands and knees, whispering softly into the camera,

I'm not, a normal person, Game Boy... And Cobra Kai...

The camera zoomed in on his neon green eye, but unlike the other times, where that eye began to look around, as if searching in the camera for his opponent, it stayed still, it looked forward as if he was trying to stare straight through the people watching.

You can't hide from me.

His signature laugh began to ring out once more, but somehow, it sounded even worse, even more haunting, it was also slower, deeper, as if some sickly demon was emitting the sound as the last image on the screen as it slowly faded to black, was several drops of blood falling in front of the eye.