Bálor Rí sits in a dark room with a dim light swaying above him. A smile can be seen growing upon his face as the camera moves closer to him and a slightly heart beat can be heard in the background. Bálor leans forward placing his elbows on his knees before starting to speak.

Bálor Rí : Voices in your heard when you were younger? Singing and screaming. Consuming your youth and making you want to go crazy? Good. My task was completed as I ordered. You see Mister Tyler, the name Bálor Rí is not just a name. It is not just a random assortment of characters. Bálor Rí means Demon King. It is not a moniker to me. It is the truth. My spirit has been lingering in limbo for many years and you have been one of the victims in a previous life. You heard voices because I MADE them torment you. I MADE you who you are and for that, you are one of my creations. Those flames you stared at were really nice weren't they? Seeing the reflection of those lights dancing to our images. Casting shadows on the walls of my followers.

Bálor Rí leans back in the chair chuckling to himself placing his hands on his knees before rubbing him hands together.

Bálor Rí : How was the world tours CJ? How was the havoc and destruction that the voices sent you through in the Marines? Ha! You really thought that was your own decision? Oh no! My spirit wanted to test your mortal body. My spirit wanted to torment you and punish you for what you did to us all those years ago. It is a real pity that you came out of the alive. Your worthless flesh sack is a little more durable than we first thought. But your psyche though, that is very much corrupted. Your mind and thoughts are easily manipulated and we have already proven this. I am already in your head and I have been for years. This battle at Pure Pandemonium #12, it will be not be a war as you want to claim it to be. A war involves multiple battles but this between us; there will only be one battle and I will be the only one standing as the dust settles. Well Sterling will be standing too. Let me repeat that for your slow developing mind. Sterling Mason will be STANDING as the dust settles. Not kneeling down and checking on your broken body but STANDING next to the Demon King and the next Elite Heavyweight Champion.

Bálor Rí stands up as the light sways more giving him an even more gritty dark haunting look to him.

Bálor Rí : CJ! What happened in Iraq is only a small figment of the carnage you will be going through. What happened during your World Tours with the Marines is nothing compared to what I will be doing to you. That was all physical pain. That will scar over and heal. What I am prepared to do for you will rip you down to your birth. I will take everything emotionally away from you. First your reputation. As your world begins to chip away, I will take your lovely wife away from you. Your world will crumble before I take my boot and push you down the pit of no return taking your career away from you. Your goofy vest and face mask don't scare me. They don't even phase me. Your barbed-wire bat is far from menacing. Actually, it looks to be a pleasant item to rip into your blackened soul giving me yet another entrance into your mind.

Bálor Rí reaches up and grabs his hood pulling it up over his head showing only his mouth before a more menacing smile comes over his face.

Bálor Rí : Oh and CJ, You don't have to worry about me breaking into your home. What you do have to worry about is who will be breaking out.

Bálor Rí chuckles as the light begins to flicker before blowing out leaving just the sound of Rí laughing in the dark.