Monk reflects, sitting on a chair on top of a skyscraper in Tokyo, back facing the camera, the G1 briefcase by his side.

I've been awfully quiet as of late haven't I?

Ever since I went back to back at the G1. I have to admit... That tournament takes a lot out of a person. Tons of blood, sweat and tears went into that month of battles and I have my reward... This!

Monk turns to the camera and shows off his briefcase, Monk is seen in a Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned, a daquiri in his hand and fancy sunglasses hiding what seem to be refreshed eyes.

I have a couple of things to address concerning LLR. I'll start by carrying on some thoughts from the G1 now the dust has truly settled. Alexander McKennedy... The Scot who put the only blemish on my G1 record. We're due to meet again in the Squared Circle, again in this wonderful country I've adopted as a home away from home. Boy, you don't know what you've got yourself into. I hope you saw what I did to your buddy Cassius and I have to say, to challenge me for this briefcase is a brave move. I've kept you waiting long enough... I accept!

You know what they say? Best me once shame on me, best me twice? It doesn't happen. Last year I defended this case with my life through three other opponents before I got to walk into the main event of WrestleKingdom. Prying this from my hands is a near impossible task, I look forward to the challenge.

Monk removes his sunglasses to reveal a serious gaze.

And look forward to seeing your true intentions. You got an aura I just don't like, I respect your in ring work, but there's something there in that personality of yours, just screams wrong. Maybe surrounding yourself with your choice of friends may be the reason but no matter what, I'll get to the bottom of it and wield my hammer of justice on the case. Lest we forget I am still on my road to redemption... But even a guy like me has to soak up the sun and relax every now and then.

Once last thing McKennedy, don't forget who you're dealing with, my calling card if you will... Monk, The Undying.

Now onto brighter things. My form! My form has been extraordinary, so good that I'm informed that I'm competing for the World Title this weekend. Damn right? Who saw that coming? My work seems to be rewarded, plenty of guys have felt the suffering I endured back in another realm, only those who deserved it of course. None more so than Vacant. Some people may sit back and say "Monk, all you did was win a World Title System". Now whilst true, I also like to look at it as a supernatural sign... From the big guy who...

Monk shudders.

Watches and judges my every move. But I must be doing good right now. One thing that does bother me though is my opponent... My good friend, nay my best friend. Pruef.

A man who is slowly changing his ways and a guy I don't think I'm ready to go to war with again... So Pruef, this is all I have to say going into our match. I love you dude, but you have something I want. We'll go to war once again for old times sake, but I don't want the outcome to come between us, The Exalted or anything else. You're still gonna be my good buddy, even if we end up needing some broken bones nursing.

Okay LLR, it's peace out for now, gotta enjoy these last few moments of relaxation before the grind truly begins.