The video opens up, the night after Madness, with Ghost Tank sitting in a new run down home, on a couch, relaxing after a day of training, preparing to do the same one last time tomorrow morning. He sees the camera and chuckles,

Final thoughts about my match with The Horseman, eh? There's not much to say, is there? It's not like the man has had a long illustrious career. He hasn't spoken one word about our match or about me. Should I take him less serious because he isn't taking me serious? Fuck no. I'm going to go into Warfare, I'm going to beat the unholy fuck out of him, fail to answer the ten count, and then I'll be helping him reach his car faster than an elevator. There really isn't much else to say on this, is there? Though, I guess I should talk to our guest ref.

Miss Cobra, I don't have anything against you, and I doubt The Horseman does either. So, if you fail to call the match fairly, by either counting myself too quick, or him, then you will have a problem. If you count me too fast, I am sorry, but I will have to hurt you. If you count him too fast, you'll be giving him a reason to come after you, and myself. Which means I'll have to hurt you as well. This match is going to make sure Horseman understands that I am something he should never fuck with. Something that will put him down, with ease. If he gets fast counted to ten, he'll be able to say I paid you off, or, you and I are an item so you were doing me a favour. Don't get me wrong, I am attracted to you. You are like Jill in my eyes. You're a strong woman, capable of fucking the shit up of any guy that thinks you're just some scared defenseless woman. So, imagine if he says that, imagine if he goes that route, he's basically saying you need my approval. I know you don't, but that's more than likely the angle he will go with, because he'll be too much of a coward to accept his defeat.

For the sake of everyone involved, do not fast count him, do not fast count me, and we will all have a fun time. I'll toss a motherfucker off the roof, you may get signed to guest ref some more matches. Things like that. Be a fair and honest referee is all I'm asking. Thank you.

That is when Horseman's latest promo ran on the television. He nearly cackled at the man's words

Now, back to you, Horseman. I did not cry, but I did complain. My complaint was that Justin Sane pretty much received all the credit for Team Eli winning. I don't like when people get credit they don't deserve. So I made my opinion known. Do you know why I showed off my training? Because I want people to understand me, understand how I am the way I am. The things I do to keep myself in shape, to train for my matches. You think my doing parkour is strictly because of you? Because I want people entertained? It isn't. It's so people understand there's a force within me that is very powerful, very fast, very agile. I can hurt people, I can destroy them if I wanted to. I don't kill, because then I wouldn't be able to continue having fun with them. I hurt them just enough so that when they decide to wrestle again, they have a reminder of me. Also, Horseman, I expect to walk into this match, I expect to win, but, I still train. Because I want to keep myself fit. I want to keep myself at peak physical condition. I trained when I went against Morbid Angel and Peter Gilmour, and I trained the week before when I faced Jill Lorder. I knew Morbid and Peter were going to be the toughest match of my life, and I trained just as much as I did when I was going up against Jill, who I felt was an easy win. I do it because you never know who is an easy win, or who will give you a hard time. Jill was good in that ring, and she put up a fight. It wasn't a hard fought win, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy one.

Horseman, do you know the definition of hurt, or are you just an idiot? Aerial Knight had back problems for a week before he went to fight another match. Kessler didn't even show up until King of the Ring, and JACK, well Jack has been the only one continuing to fight. So, I do believe you are wrong. I put two men out until King of the Ring out of the three I took out in War Games. So, yeah, I hurt them. Sorry to disappoint you, Mister Uneducated.

Now, I don't care to hold power over you, Horseman. Why would I want power over someone so incompetent? You "chose" not to give a shit about your partners in that match? Do you know how stupid you are to not take an opportunity like that, and see it for what it is? A first hand chance to learn everything about your opponents. No need to review past matches, past pay-per-view events. All you had to do was get in the ring and you would've been able to learn about Hysteria, a current champion, and Evertrust, also a current champion, with the second most prestigious title in the company, the X-Treme title. Yet you consider me the fool, consider me as nothing more than someone to be mocked.

As for my bringing up wins, as I've said, wins are icing on the cake. My mind is all about pain, how I can best dish it out, how I can best hurt my opponent, how I can destroy them. The last thing that floats on my mind? Winning. If my destruction leads me to a win, I will talk about the win, just like anyone else. Oh, and I'm not making an excuse. I didn't choose to lose in my match against my brother, Frodo. I fought him as best I can. However, he was better than me. I was told that he was to be challenged. So I challenged him. He was found worthy to join The Asylum. Unfortunately, I had to lose, but I lost because he was my better. So don't think it's an excuse. It's not. He won, I lost, I've accepted it, time to move on.

I am a Beast, I am a Monster, you could not be less of a man if you tried. However, I am a Monster that has his own mind. I follow the Higher Power because I feel like it. Because the Higher Power treats me better than any of you have ever treated me. Made me feel like a freak, made me feel unwanted. Yet the High Power accepted me. The Asylum welcomed me. They will not abandon me, oh no. They never will. Even when I fail to be of use any further, the Higher Power will always want me by the Prophet's side. Will always want me next to my brothers, The Martyr and The Violator. I am The Cleanser, and I take great pride in laying waste to my opponents, showing them their imperfections, showing them how much they need the Higher Power. Some need us, a lot. Some will come of their own will.

Horseman, tomorrow, at Warfare, you will understand my monikers a bit more, you will know what it is like to have been run over, have parts of your body be injured to the point where all your nerves are screaming for sweet release. That is when I will grant you the end your body needs. When I drop you from the roof, from an extra seven feet in the air.

The Higher Power will see me the victor, and you will have wished you never saw me, had wished that you never answered my call, Horseman. You will have wished that we never met, and never had this match.

Good night, Horseman, pay no attention to the sounds you hear at night. Pay no attention to the moving shadows you see out the corner of your eye as you walk through the city. Because it isn't me, hunting you. I will be sleeping, then training and relaxing until our match. Where I will annihilate you.

The screen fades to black as his signature laugh sounds out through the darkness and those neon green words flashed on the screen.

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