The video opens up on Ghost Tank, not in the darkness as he was when he cut a promo about Morbid Angel and Peter Gilmour, but the lighting in the room wasn't much. He still had in those two contacts, one being a red swirl on the right eye that got smaller as it went into the blackness of the pupil. The left eye being a neon green which seemed to be brighter than usual, due to the poor ambience. Another thing seen would be a thin black cable, running from the inside of his cheek, and disappears under his hair. His lips were painted, and from off screen, a wet rag was tossed to him, which he caught and began wiping off the paint. Once it was gone, he tossed the rag, and looked to the camera, grinning as light poured out of his mouth. As he spoke, the light would seemingly flicker, but only because it is his tongue obscuring the light on certain consonants,

Sorry for the way I look right now. I was planning on getting everything taken out, then going to sleep. However, Frodo, you decided to trash talk me some more. I'm glad you did though. The reasoning behind it is quite simple, you don't impress me, and I was running out of things to say about you. That's how insignificant you are, to me. You have the respect of many people, even if they hate you. I do see you as quite the challenge, though. So much so, that, I'm going to bring my Triple-A game, in our match at least. Now, I'm going to go through the list of things you said about me, break each thing down, and then, when I'm finished, I'll tell you what I think. Let's start, shall we?

He gets handed a notepad from off-screen, and he looks down at it, then holds up the notepad so that he can read it and look at the camera without moving his eyes too much,

You said I'm an asstard, on the level of Gilly, which I believe must mean Mister Peter Gilmour, and Vinnie Lane. Then proceeded to say I was as almost as bad as... "Cain" was it? Then you said

He glances at the paper, then looks back to the camera

Cain was smarter than me. I do appreciate you saying I'm better than Lane. Yet you still can't seem to grasp onto something, other than your own inflated ego. As I've said to Kessler, I am an eloquent Beast, I'm not just raw power and speed, but I have an impressive hold on the English language. One could say I have it in a submission, but that's neither here nor there. I am more than capable of being your equal, especially if I decided to start saying "asstard" and other such stupid shit that you've spewed from the dirty hobbit hole you call a mouth. Speaking of hobbits and their holes, your wife get a chance to fuck Simon yet? Because if she hasn't, it's sad that she'll only know someone as inferior as yourself. But I digress. Back to the list, shall we?

Another glance before he looks directly at the camera

I did like your analogy, Frodo. It was adorable, like everything else you constantly bark out in an attempt to make yourself look tough, but instead you come off as a chihuahua. It wants to be a Mastiff, it wants to be a Pit bull, but its bite isn't as powerful as its bark. It yaps and yaps, but that's all it can do. I owned a chihuahua once, when I was a kid. Greatest animal in the world, she was black and white furred, had the ugliest mug though, and she looked like Falcor. You know, that creature from Neverending Story? She was a great dog, and when I played with her, she would bite and nip at my hands, and it never hurt. Her bark, though, was loud. She sounded like she was one of the bigger breeds of canine. Yet, when we played, I never was afraid of her teeth. Just like her, you have a great bark, I'm sure you love the sound of it a lot, because you seem to want to spout a lot of bullshit. Your bite, on the other hand, well, let's just say that during our match, I'm not going to be afraid of your teeth.

He grinned wide, revealing his teeth, and the light glowed from within, making them seem even brighter. He chuckled a bit before looking towards the notepad, then back to the camera, only to look back at the paper, staring at it, then raised the index finger on his left hand and spoke,

Wait a second, you actually said this? Yet you say I'M ?! Are you fucking kidding me!?

He let out a sigh, then looked at the camera, shrugging those large shoulders,

This is quite honestly the most ridiculous thing I heard, wrote down, read, and re-read. How do you expect to be taken seriously, when you speak about taking a shit, then saying since no one is worthy of using their tongues as toilet paper, that you'd rather walk around with it stuck to your ass? Are...are you serious? You equate me to someone mentally handicapped, and yet here you are talking as if walking around with your shit stuck to your ass is something to be proud of! That's...fucking stupid! I can't believe you would actually be happy about that kind of fact. Really!

He let out a growl and tossed the notepad away, looking straight at the camera

Here's what I think of all of this. I don't think anything. The reason I choose to not to give it any thought, is because you're not making it out of the first round, Frodo. Because I'm your opponent. I just started here, this very month, and I have garnered the attention of many. At the Tournament, you will definitely be my most difficult match. None of the other competitors are even giving me a slight thought, whereas I have given them a lot. The good Doctor believes my self-destruction is going to lead to my downfall against you, Frodo. He's wrong. So very wrong.

You're going to have one of the toughest matches in your entire career, and you are not taking it seriously enough. Childish quips and stupid shit is all that flows from your mouth. I am going to give you the hardest time of your life, and should you win, which you won't, I am going to make sure your win was at a cost. The cost of your very own body. At the King of the Ring Tournament, the Leviathan will rise from the waters, it will climb on land, and it will lay waste to everyone that challenges it. Those who fail to see the monster as a worthy opponent, will lay broken and bleeding in its wake.

He would reach up then with his left hand, and pull the cord from his cheek, grinning wide again before laughing as the video began to fade to black and the neon green words flashed on the screen

Can You HearThe Screams?