The video reveals a cleaned up and shirtless Ghost Tank, but not inside the burned home, not even near the pool. Instead, he stood in front of a darkened room, he grinned, but instead of those blackened teeth, he revealed his actual teeth, which were white, and the grin was large enough that it revealed long incisors. He did wear the contacts, however, keeping his right eye blacked out, his left the neon green. After a moment, perhaps to let the image sink in, he would speak,

Jill, there is something I wish to show you. There are still things that are not known about me. You all know I have a very high pain tolerance. That I am willing to destroy myself in order to obliterate my enemies. However, lighting myself on fire, rising from bloodied water, and believe me, I used real blood, at least, for the part of the water I walked out of. Gathered it from a local butcher shop. A family owned one, and that family happens to have fans of mine. My re-opening still healing wounds and causing small wounds. These things are nothing to what I have in store for you to see.

That is when he brought his hand past the threshold into the dark room, and a flick sounded, and the room lit up. It was then revealed to hold many hooks hanging from the ceiling, the room bloody

As you can see, they also were delighted to know that I had an idea, a thought, and were more than glad to aide me. Can you guess what I am going to do? Probably. However, this above everything else I've done, will reveal to you just how little effect pain has on me. How little I care for my own safety. Much like lighting myself on fire, this will show you that if I don't care for my own well-being, then you will know how much I care for yours.

Dear Beauty, are you willing to go through this ride with your Beast? Because whether you're ready or not, he is going to go through with it. He is going to show you that no amount of pain is going to stop him. He is going to show you that you will never be prepared for the sights he reveals. You will never be prepared to face him. I will do things that many consider crazed, many consider dangerous, many consider truly insane. Enough telling, it's time to show.

He walked into the room, and inside it had a high ceiling, and hanging is a forest of large metal hooks. The camera was turned around, revealing the empty store, and Alvald showing a look of concern, before the view was once again on Ghost Tank. He grabbed one hook, and he grabbed his right pectoral, and with a grunt, he shoved the hook through the flesh, and he began to bleed. He then grabbed another hook and shoved it through the left pectoral. He then grabbed a third hook, it was curved in a special way, and there was a reason for it, as the camera continued to run, and he let out a loud growl as he shoved the hook into the flesh behind his chin, directly under the tongue, and the hook would slowly begin to appear out of his mouth, avoiding his teeth. The next sight is Alvald turning, showing a large, rotund man with a bloodied smock on. He walked into the room, Alvald recording him while Ghost Tank began pointing to hooks, and pressing to where he wanted them to go. The fat man grabbed one hook, grabbed what flesh he could on Ghost Tank's abdomen, and the hook slid through his flesh, until his skin was cradled by the hook, only for the process to be repeated on the opposite side. He then gestured to the wall, and the camera would reveal several switches, That is when the fatter man walked over, and Alvald filmed on as soon it would be revealed that the hooks were retracting, and with them, Ghost Tank's body. His large frame would soon be hanging from those five hooks, and his flesh would begin to be pulled, making more blood flow and spill to the ground. The camera turned away, as it is carried into the shop, and then outside. The view was lowered and the camera hit the ground with a soft clank, and soon after is the sound of gagging and something wet hitting concrete, that is when Alvald's voice sounded out, and shakily so,

Oh God...W-what the hell have I gotten myself into...

That is when the camera is picked up again, and the shop is on display once more, but this time, instead of going inside the room again, the camera is set down on the counter, with the large man that aided in placing the last two meathooks nowhere to be seen. The time stamp in the bottom right began to scroll quickly. It had read 8:08 p.m. when they began, 8:15 when Alvald had vomited, 8:17 when time began to be fast forwarded. When the time stamp reached 9:10 p.m., is when Alvald flipped the switches, and Ghost Tank would be lowered down to the ground. Carefully, he would begin to pull the hooks out of his body. He then stood up, as Alvald tossed him a couple of clean towels to wipe the blood off his body, as well as use to stop the blood flow. While he began to clean up, is when the camera faded to black.

Upon return of a visual, the time stamp revealed it is 9:53 p.m. and he was bandaged up. He tilted his head back, revealing the now sutured hole. His voice sounding out low,

Jill, and any other member of the XWF locker rooms, do you see what I do? Do you see the kind of torture I am willing to put myself through? There is nothing any of you can do, that I am not willing to do to myself. How about you? Will you put yourself through hell and back, just to prove a point?

To you, Jill, I recite this poem by Robert Burns,

He would let out a cough, and cleared his throat, before doing his best Scottish accent, and while it wasn't the best, it is by no means terrible and does the poem justice,

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

He laughed his signature laugh, but it was the more creepy, deeper sounding version, to go with the visuals he presented everyone with on this night, as well as reciting poetry to a woman as if he was her lover. A different tactic to get in her head, since she has stated she did not fear him

Miss Lorder, I look forward to our match at Warfare. I look forward to seeing what you can do. I look forward to getting my hands upon you. My Maiden, our match may be a regular one, with count-outs, disqualifications, and pins. The problem, however, is you face no ordinary man. I, unfortunately, will have to hurt you. I, sadly, will break you. I, regretfully, will have to make you suffer. Just know, that when our match is finished, I will be there for you. After all, what is Beauty without her Beast, or he without her? I will stay by your side though, until either you have recovered from our match, or I have to leave for the King of the Ring tournament. If the latter happens, I hope you will forgive me if I leave your side to continue my domination of the XWF.

He began to laugh once more, but the screen would fade to black, quicker than usual, while those neon green words flashed on the screen

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